It's been an up and down kind of week.
Walls, emotions, tempers, sleep. Up and down.
Frankly, I've been the worse offender. Terrible I know, but true.
I'm happy to report that as the week has gone by, we've (I've) been having more ups than downs. At the core, I believe it boils down to this: I suck at change.
We just don't get along (me and change, or change and I?).
Suhn, I'm happy to report has been doing really well. The kids love her and she loves them. She has been eating well, sleeping well (after the first two nights) and overall seems to be adjusting well.
Going to bed has been a little bit of a challenge. She panics at bedtime. She also grieves at bedtime. The tears come, sometimes for both of us.
My mom suggested a bedtime routine that has blessed us both. It seems to bring comfort to Suhn, although she will still cry through it some nights. It definitely brings comfort to me. Grounds me and keeps me focused.
Simply put, I rock her and I sing. Hymns mostly, they are what keep coming to mind.
Jesus loves me this I know...My Jesus I love thee..On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand...He leadeth me oh blessed thought...What a friend we have in Jesus...Jesus, Jesus how I trust him, How I've proved Him o'er and o'er; Jesus, Jesus precious Jesus, Oh for Grace to trust Him more.
I sing, I worship and I remember that my Savior's love surrounds us both. And when I place her in her bed we both seem calmer and ready for whatever is to come.