A couple of weekends ago my sweet precious Cayden had a melt down. Three to be exact. The kind of melt down where you can’t even breathe because the stress of what is going on in your mind is breathtaking. The Friday before she had for the first time moved her “monkey” (their disciplinary system, which operates by moving your monkey from one level to another depending on behavior or in this case missing homework). Now Cayden had completed her homework and I even watched her put it in her folder, but somehow from the car to her classroom it had gone missing and she could not turn it in. She had no proof that she had even completed it. Her teachers, who are amazing, had to go with what was set in place, that being if you don’t turn your packet in, you move your “monkey”. So Cayden does not deal well with disappointment or failure, and when she got home and excessively looked for her missing week with no avail she broke down.
This didn’t happen once. It didn’t happen twice. Three times she crumbled to the thought of failure. I don’t know exactly what was going on in her mind. Tim and I many times assured her that it would be okay, but it didn’t seem to matter, because on Monday she would have to walk back into school and admit that her paper was not going to be found. For some reason at this time, the thought of this was unbearable.
During melt down number 2, Tim scooped her up and asked her what would make things better. She asked him if he could go and talk to her teacher. (Now let me explain that her teachers are both wonderful, and I know they would not want Cayden to be in such distress). Tim told Cayden he would walk her in on Monday morning and talk with her teacher.
Well the next day (Sunday) while getting ready for school meltdown 3 started to begin. When she started this time I sat next to her on the couch and I said
“Cayden, why are you worried?”
She replied sobbing uncontrollably
“I am so worried that I’ll have to move my monkey!”
Can you understand how hard it is to keep a straight face? I wiped a few tears and said
“Look at me. Did you ask daddy to handle it?”
She shook her head. I then said,
“You don’t have to worry anymore Cayden. You gave it to daddy. Let daddy take it. That is the beauty of it. It’s our job to take things for you when you cannot handle them. You don’t have to worry.”
Then Tim chimed in
“Do you trust me?”
Cayden smiled while she sniffled.
“Then let me deal with it. It isn’t yours to take anymore. If you keep crying though, I am going to know you don’t trust me and then I can’t do what I need to do.”
Cayden’s tears dried up only instantly. The next morning Tim walked her into class and talked with her teacher. She was completely understanding (we love her!). Problem solved. Problem will hopefully never happen again :), but problem is solved.
Later that evening I tried to tell Tim what a good analogy that would be. He laughed and said
“What about you? Do you follow that analogy”
I smiled because it was true. The past few weeks had not been easy. I started to worry about different things. I definitely was not letting my daddy take it. Why is it that we try to take things on our own when things get difficult. It’s in these times that we need to rely on God our Father’s strength more. It was pretty funny and I had to replay the words of advice I had given to Cayden, back in my head.
1 Peter 5:7 says
“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
What a relief that when life gets to be too much we can let our daddy take it. I don’t know about you, I feel like I can breathe easier just knowing that.