Yesterday we arrived at church, which seems nothing short of miraculous each week. Getting out the door Sunday mornings is always a struggle. We managed on time, hair brushed, and in mostly clean/season appropriate clothes. I was carrying a big box of stationary and my package of seeds which were part of my lesson for the kids Sunday School class I teach.
Sometime in the last 2 weeks I ran out of his supplements for about 5 days, and so he went off of his fish oil. The massive tantrums have returned, and even though we got some more for him, it takes awhile to build up and level off again. We also usually watch certain things in his diet. Easter screwed that up completely as well, so it was a perfect storm for “old-David” to return. Our sweet, big-hearted little boy was really, painfully, struggling to control himself once again.
David sat on the other side of me after church, and said, “I’m sorry, Mommy. Sometimes it’s just so hard…” Absolutely. The struggle runs deep. The love runs deeper.