I Wish I Could Start Over!

Sam is having a hard day, which means I'm having a hard day. He's missing out on special Christmas events at church this morning because he could not get control of himself. He's an impulsive, ahem, *expressive* child and some days it's too much.

I'm sure the non-stop anticipation of Christmas is part of this; as is my being sick. It's sad. It's hard to decide when to give leeway because life is stressful and when enough is enough. This morning when he chanted that he hates me I decided we'd crossed the line. So, he is missing the "party" (aka child care) the youth are offering at church today.

Now that he's calmed down, he's been telling me he wishes he could start over. "Can we go back to breakfast time so I can make good choices and go the party?" It's hard to watch my own kid begin to grasp one of life's great tragedies. There's no starting over. The consequences press on no matter how profoundly we grieve mistakes. Hmmm. Sorry, Sam.