I have six throw pillows in our great room. Four on the couch and two on the love seat. They are different and they compliment each other; I like to have them arranged a certain way, but I'm not stressed if they're not. They are often thrown on the wrong couch or the floor or heaped up in a jumble. I now know why my mother refused to have them. They look cute for a few hours if I fluff them up before I go to bed, but by morning scripture time they are a mess. I just fix them from time to time throughout the day or leave them as they are.
Last night we discovered that Estelle, who has been struggling emotionally, has just kicked it up a notch. I have been feeling very helpless as to how to help her. She doesn't really want to talk to me and is often rude to me. We have been considering counseling and this event just confirmed the need for it. I hate watching my kids struggle so much!
Destry and I were talking to some of the kids while Estelle was in the shower. We were encouraging them to be extra kind and to avoid engaging in confrontation with her.
Taylor asked me to rub his shoulders for a few minutes-he does that quite often. He usually rubs mine too so it is a win/win. I was sitting on the love seat and Taylor was on the floor in front of me getting his massage while we were talking.
The pillows were in disarray, like they are more often than not. After only a few seconds of shoulder rubbing I stood up picked up the pillows and put them where I like them then sat back down. Taylor said to me, "So all this talking of doing things differently encouraged you to arrange the pillows?" I laughed and said, "I guess it did."
Later as I was in bed pondering on the events of the day. I realized that fixing the pillows was something I could do. I feel out of control in some aspects of my life and that was one thing that I knew how to put into place.
Last night we discovered that Estelle, who has been struggling emotionally, has just kicked it up a notch. I have been feeling very helpless as to how to help her. She doesn't really want to talk to me and is often rude to me. We have been considering counseling and this event just confirmed the need for it. I hate watching my kids struggle so much!
Destry and I were talking to some of the kids while Estelle was in the shower. We were encouraging them to be extra kind and to avoid engaging in confrontation with her.
Taylor asked me to rub his shoulders for a few minutes-he does that quite often. He usually rubs mine too so it is a win/win. I was sitting on the love seat and Taylor was on the floor in front of me getting his massage while we were talking.
The pillows were in disarray, like they are more often than not. After only a few seconds of shoulder rubbing I stood up picked up the pillows and put them where I like them then sat back down. Taylor said to me, "So all this talking of doing things differently encouraged you to arrange the pillows?" I laughed and said, "I guess it did."
Later as I was in bed pondering on the events of the day. I realized that fixing the pillows was something I could do. I feel out of control in some aspects of my life and that was one thing that I knew how to put into place.
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