Easter Sunday Morning.

What a day. Sundays are usually not good for us. Jeremy always seems to be at his worst on Sundays. For whatever reason he is so dang grumpy. He just wants to stay home watching TV and not getting in church clothes. Once he's there he's fine, he loves it, its just the morning getting there. To shower is a fight, to turn the TV off is a fight, to get the clothes on the right way or tight enough is a fight, to brush his teeth is a fight, how every one else has it so much easier than him and he has the suckiest life ever is a fight...well today I had had it. I had been so nice, patient, easy going...nothing was working. He just kept yelling at me. Then he yelled at me about a brand new Easter toy that was worthless because he lost one small piece. I lost it. I did the cry/yell and went in my room. I showered and cried. I prayed, this time talking to my dad. I feel as though he is the one with me most of the time, helping me and guiding me. I just told him, "Dad, I can't do this much longer, Im loosing my mind. I don't want to be this mom. I don't want to yell and scream. I don't know what else I can do to help him. Please I need you to help there be some peace and love in this house" Well, in the mean time Mike came home from his church meetings and off we were to church. He had a blast as usual. We came home...he was super happy!! We changed clothes and sat down for dinner. Mike asked him  to say the prayer. And this was the moment...the tender mercy I needed. He blessed that the spirit would be in our home, he was thankful for good parents, he was thankful to go to church and to learn more about the Savior and to feel of the spirit. He brought tears to my eyes. He's learning, he loves us. Its all going to be OK.

I love that little boy more than anything...Ill do anything to help him. Its hard to know what that is sometimes. Im so beyond grateful that I have some guided help and that my Heavenly Father sees me special enough to receive that help.