I'm not a stranger to dark and oppressive.
In fact, I'm kind of an old pro when it comes to dealing with these two nemeses.
I know how to pray.
I know who to call.
I know what to do.
But lately I find myself faced with a new oppressor.
And this one has me stumped.
The irrational screams. The flailing arms and legs. The defiant and angry outbursts.
They leave me feeling completely and totally wrecked.
How do you respond to the little boy who is at once both the culprit and the victim?
What do you say when he is unable to listen?
What do you do when he is so consumed by the meltdown that everything you do just makes it worse?
The momma tiger in me wants to beat down the tormentor, but the base, broken part of me just wants to crawl into a corner and hide.
And neither are options.
I can't beat down this tormentor. He isn't likely to go away.
I can't hide away. My little boy needs me fully present.
This beautiful little person needs me to stick by him.
To pray for him.
To seek answers for him.
To fight for him.
To hope for him.