The artistic flair of washable marker was evidence that he’d been there. I followed the evidence over the wall and behind the door. Hearing the sshh-ing from the closet, I found the culprits. This was the pinnacle of a not-so-great day.
It started off well enough and then slipped into chaos faster than lightening strikes the ground.
Fights erupted. Retaliations started. Screaming, spitting, and pulling hair. Once discipline had been handed out with heart-to-heart talks, I thought things were going to calm down but honestly, a mom knows that it’s just a matter of time before those lessons need to be re-learned.
It was about 3 minutes later when I heard the yelling and crying start again and then it all went quiet. I thought, “Good, they’re learning to work it out.” Man was I wrong. That’s when I became a hunter searching for the elusive creatures and found the incriminating evidence that demanded yet another lesson in humanities & biblical studies.
He ripped her paper. She sat on his head. He poked her with a pencil. She threw his dinosaur at him. He grabbed the marker and went to town. I think they both knew this was a big no-no because after that they worked as a team to hide and protect one another.
Life with preschoolers can be amazing! It can also bring a mom to the brink of saying goodbye to sanity.
This was a day in which I greatly needed God’s grace. I needed it as I spoke to my kids, I needed it as I disciplined my kids, and I needed it as I instructed them through the Bible.
The rest of this article is posted on Satisfaction Through Christ, where I share what God taught me that day about grace in parenting. I highly recommend you visit to read it in it’s entirety!