“You Got In Trouble Buddy But It’s Gonna Be Alright”

Cannons were blazing tonight.  The great and mighty pile of clean laundry was extricated from the laundry room into a mountain on the living room floor and an all hands on deck order was issued.  Amidst our efforts to haul out the clothing a puddle of water was found right in front of the washing machine.  Upon investigation a tear was located in the seal around the door of the brand new very expensive washing machine.  There are speculations as to how the tear was created, but, nonetheless, such a find elicited a Dad doozy.  The kind of tirade, seething, hot faced lecture only Dad’s come to earth equipped to give.  And boy did he let every which one of us have it.  As we tried to eat a hot bowl of (amazingly delicious thrown together miraculously turned out scrumptious) turkey soup we got MAD DAD ANGER.  I’m sure the kids have numbered his lectures by now, but this was the lecture regarding our lack of care for detail in caring for things.  Laziness in not being careful to take the time to take care of things well.  We tried to eat and listen and he let his cannons blaze.  Well, unbeknownst to me after everyone tucked their tails and tried to avoid being in Dad’s direct line for the rest of the evening, Aaron climb up next to Jonathan and wrapped his little boy arms around his neck.  He gave him a long and tender hug and let his Daddy know everything was going to be okay.  He nestled into him and let his Daddy know he was loved.

Tables quickly turn and Mom 😬 turns into the hot mess.  Trying to finish  washing white shirts for church tomorrow with a leaking washing machine, getting Dad a tube feed mixed up and bolus fed because he was too mad to try to eat dinner (although it is becoming the norm not to eat orally because it is getting just too hard) and mountains of laundry put away before the littles wreak havoc on them, it is then time to do the cough assist with Jonathan.  Aaron was out of control.  He was doing EVERY SINGLE THING humanly possible to try to torment every person in the family.  Every room in the house brought forth hollers for help because Aaron was doing something to cause problems every chance he got.  I was in and out and in and out and in and out trying to get him to calm down and get ready for bed.  I was just finishing the cough assist when Andrew came in with a bright red slap mark from Aaron.  I tore after him hollering about not hitting people and spanked his backside (which you know is business because I never spank my kids) and threatened his life if he got out of bed.

Crawling into bed tonight I nestled in next to Jonathan and he made the comment that he didn’t disagree with me getting after Aaron but he then relayed to me his encounter with Aaron after his own personal tirade and said this... “I just wish I could have turned back to him, scooped him up and said, ‘You got in trouble buddy, but it’s gonna be alright.’ And given him a great big Daddy hug.”

I just want you to know little Aaron, that even if you didn’t feel it tonight, that which goes out from you, will always be returned unto you. Your Mama may have your backside, but your Daddy has always got your back.  And if his big Daddy arms and legs worked there would have been a warm body lying next to you in bed nestled in close letting you know you are loved.   But for now, you need to be nice and take the time to take good care of your things.