Okay, this is a very personal and heavy post – you have been warned.
Every day I wake up, I feel like a failure when it comes to the parenting of one of my children. People that know us know we have had difficulties, and we have tried all sorts of methods and have had tons of advice given to us about how to correct the negative behavior.

One of our children has difficulties with impulse control and serious temper issues. After tests performed at Emory University, there are medical reasons that contribute to her behavior. I did not want her to be seen by a behavior specialist because I was afraid of experimenting with different medicines. Advice we received from friends, programs, and books ranged from trying time-out to a flat out “beat her”! We have restrained, done sentences, tried programs, etc. You name it, we have probably tried it. As our children have grown, I have become distant to our daughter and I have almost accepted I cannot help her. I barely get a hug, much less an “I love you” from her anymore. I had almost gotten to the point that every time I look at her I am reminded of how I have failed.
Obviously, there are a lot of details pertaining to her behavior and what we have tried that I am leaving out. That is not the point of this post.
The point of this post is a challenge to me to love my daughter no matter what – and to give her the evidence she needs to believe it. I have gotten tired of trying to show her, and to just give her what she wants, and not always what she needs. I gave in and started reacting instead of parenting.
After reading The Five Love Languages for Children, I realize I have not been giving her what she needs. Most of what I tell my daughter is important and true, but I have not paid attention to, nor wanted to give, what she needs. My expectations have been it should be easier than this. It is not fair that it has to be this hard!!!! I have grown jealous and resentful, and I did not like that.
I have been slowly trying to invest in my daughter according to her needs. I have seen some improvements in our relationship lately. She has hugged me a bit more, and let me tuck her in at night. Not always, but she has welcomed it more.
My daughter recently spent a week with me doing a LOT of driving. The lack of sleep, missing her mother, and motion sickness did not help the neurological difficulties that contribute to her challenges. Anyway, one night we were traveling to another destination for a 7 hour drive. She woke up in a fury, and started calling names, throwing things, punching, etc. I was afraid we would wreck, so I pulled over on the side of the interstate at 1 AM. That made things worse, but I never raised my voice, I never made threats, and I went around the car and gently pulled her out and locked the car. She needed time to cool off and ‘wake up’ so to speak. When she has these episodes, I know she is not always cognizant of all she is doing. It has now become a bad habit that is going to take time to correct. I have been working on how I respond to her when she gets like this – I want to be gentle and not react regardless of what she does. And, let me tell you that ‘what happens’ can get pretty bad. Anyway, after locking the car the rage continued and she started beating my car – leaving dents in it. This is TOO MUCH, I kept thinking. Why, why, why does this have to be so difficult?!? The other two have not been nearly as challenging. Why does she have to be so hard???
Then, she took the hard plastic compass that was in her pocket, stared at me, and drove it right into the door. Even in the dark, I could see the damage.
How much do I love my daughter? I know what she needs. I need to establish with her that I will love her no matter what. Sadly, she has not believed that. I can tell from her hurt, and the things that she says. Regardless of what I know I do as a father, I can tell she doubts my love for her, and she reacts on that anger. This damage and outburst was the BIG test.
How much do I love my daughter? Do I love her more than my car? Is her belief in my love for worth the cost of having my car damaged???
Then it hit me.
My car will not last forever — my daughter’s soul will.
In Luke 15, why did the younger prodigal son return to his father? Because he firmly believed in his father’s love. The father endured insult and pain in order to love his son. In the end, it paid off. What was I willing to do to show my love for her???
Jesus gave up and endured more than we can imagine so we could see love (1 John 4:10). Jesus’ great love and sacrifice has led to the reunion of God with many of his children. What was I willing to give so my daughter could have the evidence she needs that I love her???
I just stood there. I did not say I love you, for fear of her thinking that I was being sarcastic or patronizing. I did not ask her if she was ready to go. I stood there quietly, fighting back tears, asking my Heavenly Father to help me love her.
Then……….she abruptly stopped, and burst into tears. I walked up to her and she buried her head into me. I opened the car, took off her muddy socks, and cleaned her feet with a wet wipe. After giving her something to drink, we continued our journey. I did not ask her if she was sorry, or bring up what she did again. I do not plan on bringing it up. She knows what happened.
I would love to say the rest of the trip was a magical, easy fairy tale. It was not. HOWEVER, it did not take her nearly as long to get herself under control the next few times she got in her moods.
There is so much more that happened that I could share, and maybe another time I will. I had to do some hard, hard soul-searching the last week regarding what I am willing to endure, to ‘put up with’, for the sake of my daughter. Is her long term well-being worth the expense of my car? Is she worth the TV if it happens to get broken? What about a hole in the wall? How far am I willing to go to reinforce how much I love her?
I am still working on that part. But, I want to love her the way that she needs.
By the way, Tabbetha brought the kids by the building today and that particular daughter asked if she could have lunch with me.
She wanted to have lunch with me???
How far am I willing to go to love my daughter? It is my prayer that I will love her as much as she needs, no matter the cost. Even if I do not have immediate payoffs, I pray that my loving her the way that meets her special needs will bless her in the long run. I pray it is what she needs so she will believe that I do love her no matter what. May God grant me the wisdom, patience, and love my daughter needs.