Confessions of a Dad

I hate public meltdowns.

In the last few weeks my child has suffered from chronic meltdowns. It seems no matter the routine, something provokes a complete loss of sanity. Anything from sock seams to crayons to cereal… my kid is easily provoked.

Though I know much of it is stress, it’s still not. fun.

It’s one thing for the meltdown to take place inside my home. It’s a “whole-nutha’ Oprah” when it takes place in the parking of our church…. or the restaurant… or Wal-Mart.

It seems the public meltdown is far more stressful. It’s all the stress of a meltdown… with an audience to boot.

For those that think me the perfect dad, all I have to say is, “Whatev!” So. not. perfect.

Maybe perfectly broken.

I hate the meltdowns. but I work through them.

I hate the audience. but I can’t help that.

I love the brokenness. only because I know that within that is a God with Strength greater than my own.

Give a parent some grace… public meltdowns are a reality. Share the love, not the judgment.