FITZILLA

I’ve noticed lots of folks give their kids nicknames for their blogs and have played with the idea but it was hard enough coming up with “real” names for everybody so I’m sticking with the names that took so much work. BUT, if I were to use nicknames, I would have one for my second child set. It’s almost a given. Fitzilla. Yep, the fitmeister.

She’s been throwing fits since before she was born and hasn’t stopped at 17 years of age. I swore when she was small that I wouldn’t let her grow up to be like “those” teenagers but, alas, what you have at 4 you get at 14 and we didn’t know about child-training until a lot of damage was done. I’m tired from the battle, tired of seeing the other children hurt and confused, and tired of “hiding” the elephant in the closet so here I am unloading on whomever.

I really don’t intend to sound hostile towards my lovely daughter, but the spiritual battle has brought our whole family to the end of our wits. I feel discouraged at the moment but know that since we have nothing left, God has us right where he wants us. My DH likens this struggle to the labor I experienced with Isaiah; it was long, it was hard, painful, excruciating, exhausting, I had nothing left. All we could do was continue praying and trust that God was in control and would bring us through. When it was time to deliver, God delivered the contraction we were waiting for to get our little man out safe and fast. That’s what we need now. Push us through, Lord, hold us up, and deliver my daughter and deliver our family! TMI to go into the history at this time… just pray for the F-Troop.