This morning started off as any other. Lindy and I bickered and fought over clothes, hair, socks, shoes, breakfast choices, and various other semantics of the day. Typical. As I drove her to school this morning I was, to be honest, quite sick and tired of dealing with her.
As she bounded out of the van, however, my heart caught in my throat as I watched her trip, limbs flailing, up the sidewalk. It was quite a fantastic fall. She immediately turned and caught my eye and I watched helplessly as her little face crumpled. I had a sudden, forceful, urge to jump out of my van to gather her in my arms and make it all better. But, before I could move, I saw my brave little girl gather her dignity around her like a jacket and courageously march into the school.
Suddenly I was the one fighting back tears. Because being a mom is tough. All the nuances of the day can be...well, exhausting. But, this morning I realized we've only just begun. Dealing with my daughter's idiosyncratic behavior will never be more challenging than having to stand on the sidelines and watch while she faces pain. And the problem is this: pain is the plan.
And that really stinks.
7 comments:
Poor little lamb.
What a brave little girl...if you don't kill her before she gets to adulthood...she'll be one amazing adult. I promise. :)
Absolutely terrified of the first 'hurt' that mommy can't kiss to make better. Very well said.
I feel like crying, too.
Beautifully said. I'm there with a kiddo of my own. Great post.
All I can say is "Touche!"
This is such a great post. I SO know the exact feelings you describe. Caleb can be so unbelievably frustrating for me and I've cried countless tears over him for so many reasons.
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