We woke up and everyone pretty much had a meltdown. I was late getting to work which didn’t make
me a happy camper. As I was driving the
kids to school, I saw a church near our house was having VBS the following week
from 6:30 – 8:30PM. Last week, I had
considered taking the kids, this week I knew we couldn’t do it because this VBS
was killing me, slowly but surely.
Being the good parent that I am, I knew we couldn’t have
my beloved McD’s two nights in the row so I went with Taco Bell. Tacos all around for the kids. I picked them up from school and the ate on
the way. We made such good time we were
early so we had to entertain ourselves until the leaders’ prayer meeting was
over. It ended, I quickly threw my kids
into their different classes and bid them adieu.
Tonight at the parents’ house was more of the monotone
couple. Tonight they were discussing
your love style when it comes to parenting.
I drank my Coke slowly so I could stay awake. My acquaintance next to me wasn’t so lucky
she lost the fight to sleep. It was
another night of drifting in and out and wondering when are they going to point
this back to Christ, and then it happened.
The therapists described an incident that happened with
their daughter and how they handled it and they wished they handled it. When their daughter was seven, she started
shunning her father’s touch. She started
wetting the bed, which she previously didn’t do. Her personality changed. The mom therapist said, she wished she had
taken her daughter aside as soon as these behaviors had started and asked her
little girl, what was wrong.
WHAT?!!?
Are you kidding me?
She wished she would have taken her daughter aside at the very beginning
and asked, “What was wrong?”. Last
month, Rowan peed in the bed twice in one week.
I mentally went through the week trying to figure out if anything had
been different, if something had happened.
Nothing came to mind. Then I took
her aside, sat with her, and asked her if anything had happened, if anything
was wrong. She assured me there
wasn’t. How could this therapist not
think to ask her daughter if anything was wrong when her behavior changed? Rowan doesn’t pee in the bed so the first
time, I chalked up to an accident or her not getting to the bathroom in time. But the second time in the same week, there
could be a problem and we needed to get to the root of the problem ASAP. So was I really supposed to take advice from
parents who had dropped the ball in such a big way?
Eight months later, their neighbor in passing told them
what happened at her house, which explained to them the root of their
daughter’s problem. Their daughter was
at the neighbor’s house playing with the neighbor’s daughter. The neighbor’s daughter pushed their daughter
into the neighbor’s bedroom and shut the door.
The neighbors were making love and then yelled at the little girl for
being in their room.
To this day, the therapists said their daughter still
bears the scars from that incident. When
they finished the story, I thought what type of friends did they have that
would be so into each other they would engage in intimate acts while they had
company over, while they had young
children who needed to be supervised in the house. Ugh!
Luckily it was the last day of the therapists. I couldn’t have taken another day of them.
I picked up the kids, baths, pjs, and finally bed. I was on life support and was so ready for it
to be Friday.
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