No one can tame the tongue, but oh how I wish I could

Some days I am content in my role as a Mama. Most days. It is on days like this that I tend to blog about all the fun things we do and the cute things they say and sadly it makes it sound so perfect.

And often it is.

But sometimes it isn’t.

Sometimes I am tired.

Sometimes I want a break. A long break.

Sometimes I get angry and need to take a time out myself.

Sometimes my words or perhaps my tone isn’t kind and loving. It’s funny how you can say, “Please go clean your room’ using exactly those words, which are kind and polite words, but you can use those words in an angry impatient tone. Sigh.

We don’t blog or facebook, tweet or instagram about those moments a lot though. Do we? I don’t.

Some days I am reminded that it’s okay to start over. I am reminded that even Biblical James struggled with this:

…but no one can tame the tongue. It is restless and evil, full of deadly poison. Sometimes it praises our Lord and Father, and sometimes it curses those who have been made in the image of God.  And so blessing and cursing come pouring out of the same mouth. Surely, my brothers and sisters, this is not right! Does a spring of water bubble out with both fresh water and bitter water?  Does a fig tree produce olives, or a grapevine produce figs? No, and you can’t draw fresh water from a salty spring. If you are wise and understand God’s ways, prove it by living an honorable life, doing good works with the humility that comes from wisdom. James 3:8-13 New Living Translation

So, I pick myself up again. I ask God for forgiveness. I whisper I love you and I’m sorry into my children’s ears. Promising that I will try harder to check my heart, my words and the tone of my voice when I speak. I may shed a tear or two, begging God to change my flawed human ways. Begging God to help me live an honorable life and teach my children wisdom so they don’t make the same mistakes I make. 

But they will. After all, they too are human. So, I hug them. I kiss them. I whisper I love you and I’m sorry. I pray away unkind words and angry tones. I try harder and hope and pray that they see the importance of trying again. And again. And again.  

And, as they always do, they snuggle in and wrap their sticky hands around my neck and say I yuv you Mama. Don’t be sad. We are happy!

And we are…  

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