Yesterday was a trying day for Jaclyn. Things beyond her control began to happen, shampoo ended up in Dalia’s eye, Winston was agitated, and I was going to be home a little later than normal as I was driving home from Bayonne, NJ.
The kids were screaming, Winston said things that he now regrets, and Jac was feeling a little disappointed in it all. I mean, its understandable, Jac is all in on this thing, she has put all her chips into this family, our children, our marriage and some days it seems like the house wins it all and you’re just feeling the pangs of regret and wondering if its such a good idea to invest so heavily in something that yields such varying returns. Well, I can only imagine that is what she feels, I have my time much more heavily diversified through work, softball, fantasy football, internet browsing, and XBOX playing…but Jaclyn gives everything she has to the family.
I remember one time I asked my mom to do something when I was younger, I probably neglected to use manners as well. My mom replied that she was not the maid, and I responded, “Yes you are”. Oh boy, that was not the correct thing to say!!! Never have I seen such wrath in mother’s eyes and tone in her voice as when that triumph of stupidity exited my mouth. I never forgot and never made that mistake again. Kids are like steel, they can only be molded with care, after they’ve been put through the fire. My father was the fire and my mother was the sculptor.
When I received the call on the ride home last night, I knew Jac needed me to whip up the furnace, to stoke the flames of discipline, and she did not need to ask twice as I heard the frustration in her voice.
After I stormed around the house, made dire ultimatums, and sent the kids to bed, the house silenced and rested uneasy. The dog, Toby, wasn’t sure what to do and anxiously paced around the house. Even I, wasn’t sure what to do next and cleared the table and checked the mail.
Jaclyn allowed her blood pressure to stabilize, returned to the children’s bed rooms, explained her pain and sculpted them into something better. She was stern and careful, the kids listened, and went to sleep understanding that they fell short and aspired to improve (or else they go through the furnace again!).
Dalia woke up in the middle of the night coughing and screaming, sick and possibly having a nightmare, I got up and comforted her, rubbed her back and petted her hair, it had no effect and her crying continued. Jac asked that I bring Dalia to her and when I did, the crying stopped. Little Dalia is nestled against her mother still as I write this, she looks content and all better, Jac is such a wonderful sculptor.