My life is not all sunshine and roses. Kenly has opinions now, and she's not afraid to throw a "dying duck" fit when she doesn't get her way. I'm not a cruel mother who videos the fits for fun either. I wanted proof of this day. Daddy needed to see why I was a cranked out grumpy pants when he came home.
This is the tail end of a 45 minute fit that started when I forced Kenly to leave the park because she was not listening to her mommy. I shudder to even relive it.
The beautiful part about being a mom is that you can love your child through these terrible fits. It's a supernatural gift from God, a strength that allows me to see Kenly's beauty and strengths in the midst of her awful temper and ill behavior. I guess that's how God feels about me most of the time.