I am sitting in the bathroom.
There is a small human yelling at me.
The day has been an absolute “PALAVA”.
I need Jesus, Paul, John and Mary. Throw in the Holy Ghost, few aliens and everyone from the Fat Albert gang.
Why am I here?
… because today I chose to parent and not punish.
No lectures, no you cannot have this or that, no epic battles of wills. No. No. No.
I will not participate.
She knows what she has done wrong, she knows there is a sad face on the behavior chart and she knows I am upset to the point that words are scare.
So she beckons, she yells, more throwing, she has a one sided conversation with herself …
I feel like a mom that needs a hug. I wish my mother was alive. This is a grand mother’s shining moment… diffusing the yells of a naughty preschooler and the secret scowls of a 39 year old, pending divorce, frazzled, single mom.
Momma said there would be days like this…. but what do I do when she is a teenager… go to the pergola and knit a sweater?
Has she talked herself to sleep….
Clear the land mines.
I shall come out the loo now.
Thank you and good night.