running away

sometimes we all just need to run away. I do it. when I lock my door and lay on my bed to vent to myself. Svend does it when he goes for a run or even to work. Today I caught Bergen doing it. Literally.  He was headed up to his room with some shoes. I asked him why. He said he was going to leave us because he's sick of everyone being rude to him. I told him to go change his clothes and then come down stairs and sit with me.  '

We cuddled and I asked him why he felt this way. He told me about everyone--- Svend is mean. Talia is bossy. Tabitha won't play his games. Brooklyn pinches and screams. Anders barfs on him (NOT TRUE). I make him do jobs that I should be doing instead. I told him THAT was rude to me by the way.  

I asked him where he would go. To a new house. How long would he be gone. 2 decades. What would he eat. Bread.  He was very upset. I told him how I used to run away all the time. I didn't tell him it was just for attention.  Talia came in and said she's thought about it to. But then she realizes it's not a good idea.

I told them (in kid terms) about child molesters and what kidnappers could really be like. I think they'll stay home.  That sounds bad. I know. But this is the world we live in. Children are abused and hurt every day. Horribly scarred. Every EVery day.

They watched Veggie Tales tonight. Tabitha picked it. It was about how much God loves us. I hope they realize this. I know it was just a bad day for Bergen but I hope he comes to know God's love for him.  I hope I can be better at showing it.

I have been REALLY calm this week. Today, not so much. But it's hard to be good for 7 days straight when you have 5 needy children. So one day for a break... and Svend caught me before I freaked out. I went and he let me take a 3 hour break/nap from everything/one.

I love my family. I love my children. I love my husband. I would do anything for them. This world is a scary place. I hope they can come to see our home as a refuge and not a prison.  Someday...