Peacemaker

This morning was a doozy in the Willardson home.  I should stop taking so much credit for mornings that run smoothly and wonderfully, because in turn I blame myself for the mornings that do not.  Corbin is on day three of a rough streak and is really struggling to be around other people without touching or hurting them. It is testing all of us and I admit that by 6:30 this morning my patience as a mother had already worn raw, and I took every little criticism or complaint as a bludgeon to my battered esteem. Corbin, on the other hand continued to spiral out of control in a tantrum on the stairs, losing privileges as fast as I was a losing hope for a happy morning. 

Quincy disappeared upstairs and returned to hand a note to Corbin, which he stopped his tantrum to read. 

Corbin, 

I still love you no matter what and I feel sad for you and I'm sorry you are having a hard time. 

Love, Quincy

And then she just hugged him. 

Unconditional love. Compassion.

Of all the people in my family, Corbin and Quincy butt heads 5 times the amout of any other contention in our home. I wondered what sparked this unprecedented desire for resolution. As if she had read my thoughts, Quincy said to me, "I think it was the Holy Ghost who promoted me to help Corbin." 

Quincy set a needed example for me, this morning. I wish I had remembered and chosen to listen for the Holy Spirit's guidance, show compassion, and love unconditionally. 

Great job being a peacemaker, Quincy!