I hate feeling things with my children. I wish I could keep distance enough to think "oh, that's sad." and move on. Instead, I'm strapped in right next to them for the roller coaster ride. We're on a major downhill part with Trisha right now. I've kind of avoided her today-- keeping my own "no crabbiness in shared space" rule. She's upset, and I don't want to feel it right now. Blast, blast, blast.
I know this is not the way to be an effective parent. I just want it all to go away and be happy and fun again. My little ones are happy. Why can't the teenager be? Why can't I be in spite of the teenager?
No comments:
Post a Comment