It’s been a tough day.
Red had just cut fringe in my table cloth. All around the entire table. I asked him WHY?
“Because…” he stared at his handywork. “Because, it’s pretty. Look? Mommah? See? And, well, da scissors were there.”
Blonde had a moment of total meltdown when I asked him to help with the folding. I asked him, WHY?
“Because I can’t DO IT. I can’t make the squares! I CAN’T!”
Red decided to slug his brother. I asked him, WHY?
“Because he hurted my feelings! And I needed to tell him so!”
Hubs is late again. I ask him, WHY?
“Because.” (heavy sigh). “It’s been a hard day.”
I keep looking for reasons for things. For all things. The “because” should fit in, logically and clear, like the last puzzle piece. But so often, the because is veiled with hurt and irrationality and random scissor attacks.
Becauses often leave me cold.
Whys are loaded with expectations.
Good heavens this world asks a lot.
Asking a toddler WHY after he tries to flush his matchbox car is kind of silly.
Asking your husband why he is tired after a 14 hour day is just goofy.
Needing the answers is not the answer, BECAUSE I want them to be tidy, neat, and fitting my expectations.
Sometimes people do stuff that doesn’t fit my plan. Ok. Maybe not sometimes. Pretty much all the time. My answer to this?
Because we are all broken. And yet, we can ask for grace. And GET it.
Because He loves us more than, and despite of, and through all our brokenness.
That’s the only solid answer I know.