Every time I fold laundry in the living room, Trey inevitably takes items from my meticulously organized piles and launches them one by one over the baby gate separating the living room and office. He has a mischievous grin plastered on his face the whole time.
If left alone in a room for any extended amount of time, say 3 or 4 minutes, Trey will strip down to his {cute, sweet, adorable, pinchable} birthday suit....well, he still has the IV line and dressing covering it, so does that still count as nekked? Either way...
When we tuck him in at night, within minutes he strips AND takes off the protective netting that keeps his IV lines from flapping in the wind. *this is actually kinda dangerous and makes me nervous*
Several times a day, he fights his way into the kitchen, swipes food from the fridge, carries it into the living room, then throws a fit when we try to put it back.
Why did I list all these things? And believe me, this is certainly not an exhaustive list of frustrating things...not to mention, his partners in crime, Joe and Bella. Well, throughout the past year several people have commented that because of the difficult things Trey has had to go through, they try not to get annoyed or frustrated with their kids. Or that they feel guilty for getting annoyed with their kids.
While, we certainly try to treat our children with an over abundance of grace and patience...
The annoying truth is that we still get annoyed.
*editors note: We cherish every moment we have with all 3 of our wonderful children that we have been undeservedly blessed with.
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I'll admit that Trey has had sometimes an embarrasingly big impact on me/us (Derek and I) considering that we've never met him and don't really know you're entire family.
That being said, my guilt doesn't stem so much from occasionally getting annoyed with my kids. I know that when I get annoyed with my kids for something its my own human nature, that is normal or par for the course anyways, and often (but not always) validated. (I mean, seriously, sometimes they annoy with intent!)
However, I have had bouts of guilt. Most recently during our brief visit to Children's. I cried when we had to stay the second night. I cried when Katie needed a chest x-ray and she was scared and I cried over my own guilt for praying so hard that she'd recover quickly.
And probably got a good dose of it when you offered to bring me lunch or let me go potty when Trey was done with his chemo.
And of course Derek and I both tend to feel convicted on many levels whenever we read Jay's Facebook updates. They never leave us with dry eyes or dry hearts.
And we will never cease to pray for a God sized miracle in all your lives.
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