Ugh. I hate it when my Iphone locks up. I press buttons and nothing happens… There is this moment of panic when (my addiction shows and) my fear takes over… “Is this it?  Is it dead?  Did I wreck it?  Did I kill the internets? What will I do without my phone?  How can I fix it????”

Usually it’s simple.  All it needs is a”Hard reset.” I press and hold two buttons at once (a feat of small motor controll before coffee- trust me.) and then the problem disappears with the appearance of the magical Apple that is the harbinger of electronic peace. The relief that Apple brings is remarkable… I feel like all is right in the world and I have lived to see another electronic day.

This morning, it wasn’t the iphone that was stuck. It was me.

I woke up before the alarm.  it should have been a great day.

Then I sat on the couch nursing a cup of coffee just a little too long before waking up the youngest.  “He can get ready fast…” I decided. besides.. I was enjoying the quiet before the storm.

At 7:45 I went to wake him up.

“One more minute”  Was all I heard from under his pillow where he was hiding from Bella, who was doing her best to “dig  him out” of bed.

Not good. One minute stretched to five.

I threatened. “You’re going to miss the bus.”

He finally got up. (At least he moved from the bed to the couch. )

His cereal was soggy before he made his way to the table, because he needed “One more minute.”

He also needed “One more minute” before putting on his clothes, his shoes and his hoodie and backpack.

By the time we left for the bus, I was gritting my teeth…and didn’t care that he hadn’t brushed his.

We missed the bus by… yup. About one minute.

My frustration poured out through my mouth like that bite of cereal you spit out when you taste that the milk’s gone sour. “I told you you’d miss the bus if you didn’t get moving. If this happens tomorrow,you are grounded. I’m not walking you in, you’re on your own.”

I looked in the rear-view mirror to make “I really mean it” mean mom eye-contact.. and I saw a dejected, defeated and tired little boy.

“Is this really how I want him to start his day?  Is this really the kind of mom I want to be?’

The answer was: No.

But like my phone, I felt stuck, locked up- only I was stuck in the anger screen. (Is there an app for that?) I wasn’t just angry at Noah. I was angry at myself too..I’d decided to wait to start the wake up process… even though I knew he needs some time to get moving in the morning… maybe I was feeling like I’d been selfish…. or maybe I was just frustrated he hadn’t listened.. and had argued “one more minute” one too many times.

I called a do- over. We needed a Hard reset for our day.

“OK, how bout we start this day over and try for a better one?” I called out.

“OK…” I heard him reply.

“Close your eyes. One, two, three.. do over! Open your eyes!”

I reached back and petted his foot.. (Hey I was driving it was all I could reach.) “Good morning, schmoo! I love you!  It’s gonna be a great day!” I checked in the rear-view again… this time he was smiling.. maybe because he thought his mother was weird… or maybe because there was the possibility that this day just might get better….

“Good morning, Mom. I love you.” He answered…

And you know what?  I think he’s right… it is a good morning… at least it was the second time around:)

I’m not the only one who occasionally needs a do-over or a hard re-set… check out this Momology post and join in the  conversation….

  • Do you ever call “do-overs”?
  • Do you ever need one?
  • Tell me about one do-over you had/called of needed….

Dear Lord… you’re all about the do-over and the hard-resetting of lives…it’s called grace.. and I am so thankful for it.. I love you Lord- and ask you to be with me and all who read… give us wisdom to call a do-over and grace to give them to others… amen

15But the gift is not like the trespass. For if the many died by the trespass of the one man, how much more did God’s grace and the gift that came by the grace of the one man, Jesus Christ, overflow to the many! 16Again, the gift of God is not like the result of the one man’s sin: The judgment followed one sin and brought condemnation, but the gift followed many trespasses and brought justification. 17For if, by the trespass of the one man, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive God’s abundant provision of grace and of the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ. Roman’s 5:15-17