My motto is, "Those who turn and run away live to fight another day." (I don't know who said it.) In other words, when the going gets tough, I'd gladly run in the other direction or bury my head in the sand. I'm not proud of it...but if I'm being honest....I am a bit of a anti-confrontational wimpy type. (I can still hear my mother saying, "That's it, run away" whenever there was an argument in the house when I was growing up I would go upstairs. They were never violent, I just don't like the confrontation.)
Today I realized that while sometimes being a parent is painful, I can't quit, run away or bury my head in the sand. I have to advocate when something is not quite right. I have to address the issues. I need to be a big girl.
To use one of my 5 yo's phrases, I don't love it.
But, really, I can't just pick up my Barbies and hit the road, ya know? Their dad and I are entrusted with their care. I kind of have an obligation here. God gave me this privilege and I need to do what I was called to do, regardless of how hard or easy it is.
Fortunately, along with the privilege God gives me the support. When I feel worried or sad, I need to turn it over to God. While I might not always be able to fix the boys' problems, I can be present to say, "I love you." I can remind them that they are Children of God and that they are to be examples of God's love even when they are facing adversity (or unreasonable people.)
So I can't just run away....and I never would. But sometimes, I'd like a little vaca from the worry and the stress. I know what I need to do is fully turn it over to God...I'm working on it.