The 10-year-old has had a rough week. It’s tiring and trying for us all. Sometimes in the midst of her crankiness, I don’t feel so loving and motherly. Tonight, while I was still frustrated with her lack of respect, I managed to remain patient. I felt the Father’s love and with it, I was able to be loving, myself – loving, but firm. Now, I’m tired. I think it’s time for bed.