I don’t want to smell like vinegar!

I feel the need to begin this post by saying that I truly love my children. My girls are cute, adorable, fun, and growing up way too quickly!

Now that that has been said, my children tend to drive me up the wall.  I feel like God has blessed me with a healthy portion of patience and love. Yet still there are days that I want to absolutely rip my hair out because of my girls.  For example, Giana is in this phase, what I am praying is a very short phase, where she has this attitude towards me.  She yells, stomps, grunts and is overall a little demon child.  I have wondered, many times,  what happened to my cute adorable child in those moments because she frightens me. I have been at my wits end trying to figure out the best way to discipline this because what I’ve been doing has not been working.

Then a little while back, a friend of mine told me about using apple cider vinegar. Let me tell you, she is more afraid of the vinegar than any other discipline! It blows my mind. Granted I still have a little terror to contend with. Some nights I go to bed feeling like I just went 5 rounds with a pro MMA fighter.

To give you an idea of how often we have to employ this technique, my house smells! All I smell most of the time is apple cider vinegar. I swear it is likely seeping out the poors in the walls! I feel like she isn’t learning anything that I am trying to get through to her.

My goal in life as a mother is to make sure my children can go out into the world and function like an adult. I don’t want them to leave my house and then wonder why life isn’t being handed to them on a silver platter. Yes many people think I am too tough on my children and then others think that I am not tough enough. Everybody has their own opinion on how I should be raising my children, and I often seek advice when I need it or feel like I am at the end of my rope. I still try my darndest no matter what, even on the days that i go to bed feeling like I’ve somehow failed them.

Most kids tend to throw a fit when they don’t get what they want.  Giana is not any different. She throws around this terrible attitude, and nasty looks and expects to get what she wants.  It makes me think about how God must feel about me. I very often do the same thing over and over and expect to get a different result. I no linger do it while flailing around on the kitchen floor mind you!  That would be a very sad day and an all time low. Behold, just like it is with Giana, there are consequences to my actions.  When I get in a tough spot I try hard to fix it, my way. Time and time again my way seems to fall short. I heard a sermon this last sunday that mentioned that very thing.  We start by trying things our way, then we go to others and try to see how they would handle it, then we get to the point where we become ok with the situation we are in. Lastly we turn to God.

With our children, the last place they want to go is to us for help. I have told Giana and Aspen so many different times that giving respect is going to get them so much more than the attitude, and yet they still continue to go about it their own way. yes I am aware, my children are young, they have yet to learn. I have noticed however that our fits simply tend to morph from throwing our body weight around to more imaginative fits.

I don’t want to be the person that never learns from my mistakes.  Even though I know God sits up there shaking his head at me quiet often wondering what the heck I was thinking, AGAIN! I know that he still loves me despite the conequences that I face, mainly because of my own actions. I also don’t want to be the person who wallows in the consequences of my own actions.

I do however wish to be the type of person who knows how much God gives mercy.  I feel with all my heart that God gives us children to teach us many lessons that we would never learn otherwise. I can personally attest to the fact that they will push every button you didnt even know you had! In every moment that I am trying to control my temper with my children, I need to have a sticky note stuck on my forhead that reminds me of how much God has patience with me. Because I do not want to smell like apple cider vinegar!