Smoke emitting from my ears.
Teeth clinched. Eyes narrowed.
I have confessed that I can be “ugly” – well, ugly was rearing its…ugly head. (There’s no better way to say that.)
Allow me to assure you that if I were a two year old I would have stomped through the family room, thrown myself on the floor and had myself a little on the spot hissy fit.
And no, I am not talking about something that occurred “recently” I am talking about something that occurred…yesterday.
Then I heard my own words float through my head, Be The Mom, Chapter Three – Me Mom Trap, something about when the word “I” is muttered a lot I am trapped, wanting my own way, with a very bad attitude and need to snap out it.
However, I did not want to adjust my ugly attitude.
I wanted to wallow in my ugly attitude.
I battled for a bit, many minutes…too many minutes.
I heard the familiar whisper, the ugly was being challenged by the Holy. I quietly started reciting various Bible verses, then I had a little discussion with God, then I pulled out my Bible and read a bit. Then I prayed. Then I told my selfish little self to simmer down and recognize that I do not always get my way.
Dang…life is hard.
Yes, the rest of my day sure was a lot better…when I let go of ugly me and clung to the Holy One.
Life is a series of small choices, those choices mold us and because we are moms they mold our children.