I Am the Grown Up!
I have this daughter named Emma, and she and I have had a passionate relationship from the beginning. I told my husband earlier this week that she is like the boyfriend that I am head over heels for, but with whom I eventually have to break up because we fight too much. Obviously I do not plan to "break up" with my daughter, but I do need to remember that I AM THE GROWN UP and when she pushes my buttons, it probably isn't the best course of action to stomp my feet and scream, "Arrrgh!! EMMA!!" in the middle of the grocery store. Hugging seems to help. When I find that I have allowed myself to be dragged into the childish drama, when I realize that I am arguing fiercely with an eight year old, when I just want to vent and scream, I remember: I am the grown up . And I stop. And I hug that impossible little girl for as long as it takes my blood pressure to regulate. Then I say, "I'm sorry." and "I love you." Because I am the gro...