The truth about control is, some control is good. For the safety and benefit of my children it really is necessary for me to control their environment, their nutrition, their playtime/bedtime/bathtime. It’s important and a thousand parenting books will tell you as much. And I love me a good schedule. Can I get an amen!?
Where I struggle though, is maintaining self-control once above-mentioned control has been thrown out the window for one reason or another (staying out late, running errands during naptime, appointments cutting into “quiet time”, etc.). I really get bent out of shape when our schedule gets messed with and my kids start falling apart. I get snappy and anxious and short-patient and flustered and downright unpleasant. It’s after midnight and the coach has turned back into a pumpkin. A really grumpy pumpkin.
I don’t want to be that way. Now that I’ve admitted this issue to myself and the Lord I am really hoping my attitude can change the next time the clock begins to chime midnight. I’ve identified the problem and hopefully next time I’ve lost control, I won’t actually lose control.