Lately, each night I go to sleep I vow to wake up and not be so hard on my 7-year-old and the drama. She takes the drama-bomb and throws it at me. It explodes -
BAM! I DON'T WANT TO WEAR THIS! I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR! I HATE MY CLOTHES! I DON'T CARE IF WE'RE LATE TO SCHOOL! I AM HAVING THE WORST DAY EVER!
Instead of wiping her tears I find myself intolerable of this behavior and mad because of it and the vicious cycle of showing who's boss takes over where sympathy left off. I get mad and then more mad when I realize how mad I already am before 7am. On the way to school I'm mad and when my daughter gets out of the car for school, my 3-year-old asks me if I'm happy now.
And then, I'm sad.
And I want to do the morning all over again. Why did I let this take over me? Why did I yell? Am I neglecting her emotional needs in trying to curb the drama? Maybe the bomb is not about blowing me up. Maybe it's not about me at all.
Wake up, L
