The tone rises and sours.
Tears flow and doors slam.
Mom is tired of her standard response, for it does not diminish the friction. My husband and I would never have been drawn into such a closer dependance on God if He had not given us wonderful children who have sprouted through some harsh growing seasons. I am walking into that glorious room with you now, for as we walk and pray for your children, I am praying for mine. Ah, righteous and holy Father, how good you are to have given Your son so that we have the freedom to pray about the sons and daughters you gave us. Forgive each of us for failing to be the mother we should be.