A Tender Lesson

I just had one of those "just what I needed" moments. Lately my baby has been so challenging. He by far has been my hardest child since he was 9 months old. I have found myself more in "survival" mode instead of "enjoyment" mode when it comes to him. Tonight I was even contemplating not going to church tomorrow. Carlos starts his day shift and I won't have him there to help me. Diego has not taken well to nursery and never stays in there. I thought it would be pointless to go. His sleeping patterns are terrible, he cries so much and he makes it miserable for anyone babysitting him. Which means I never really get much of a breather. I just saw my friend Angie the other day and she reminded me of a blog of a women who lost one of her children. I found myself reading that blog tonight. In fact it kept me up until after midnight right now reading it. It made me realize just how foolish I have been. I was ashamed of my anger, frustration and inpatience with my child. It also reminded me not to take anything for granted. I thought of how much we prayed for our sweet baby and how many times we thought we might lose him. I thought of all of my frustration and the regrets I would have if he wasn't here with us. The Savior must have really heard my prayers today when I thought I just couldn't handle one more tantrum. I was reminded of how much I love it when his sweet little hand is holding mine, when he smiles at me with his eyes or when he cuddles with me while I am reading him a book. Sometimes even a "seasoned Mom" like me really needs those tender lessons.