These two are so different, in so many ways. When I find myself shouting she brushes it off as if she couldn't hear my ranting. He might fall into a puddle of tears. My first choice is to not yell... but mostly, I have learned to be careful and parent to each of their needs.
Last week, I made a comment about what she was wearing. Instead of just being thankful that she is always covered, I pointed out that it had been a week of big, baggy, icky tees. She shrugged it off, but later that afternoon she came to me... and told me that she had been working on the pottery wheel all week and didn't want to ruin her good shirts. My insides shivered. My heart ached. I remembered. And apologized. I forget that her heart can be quite tender too...
This morning the phone rang just minutes after they left for school. My heart stopped as I waited for the everyone is okay. It did come, but any accident can shake you. We rushed out... and all I can say is that I am thankful for the grace He poured out on me. He allowed me to be the Mom she needed, not the lunatic that sometime lurks inside.
I held her and wiped her tears.
I held her hand and rubbed her back.
I loved her like He loves me.
Everyone was okay, and things can be fixed... and grace covered it all.