It often has amazed me that the human race has survived beyond childhood. Some days I wonder if my own children will make it past these early years. Not from lack of care or love, but rather the absence of patience and sanity from their mother. Today was the first day back to school from winter break and a big adjustment for some people in our house, namely an adorable five year old girl.
I've often quoted to my husband, "Hell hath no fury like a Rachel scorned." When that girl gets in a temper, watch out! Mountains will crumble to rubble, rivers will dry up, grown men will weep, and mothers will tear out their hair.
Rachel did well today until after dinner, when her dad was gone to meetings, and it seemed that the world was out to get her. There were tears, screams, and hitting of siblings because life was unfair and Mom a cruel and heartless soul. Oh the woes of a five year old!
But now the storm has ceased and the cute banshee of doom is down for the night. Of course, as we read scriptures before bed she was very tender and caring towards her baby brother. A good reminder to her mother that despite the sometimes raging tornado of tantrums, there is still a sweet little girl inside.
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