I type. I Read. I Delete. The thing is... when I see the words on the screen they look so permanent... so damaging… and so not how I want the story to end.
Some people call it serendipity, some folks call it coincidence… maybe it was just chance…
But during one of the 8 times I was in writing-rewriting mode, I stumbled across this read on another blog.
In some ways- reading this article only complicated my thoughts. It’s part of the reason why I’ve resisted writing about her, and the recent changes in behavior and attitude… dare I use the word “regression.”
It's just that... she’s always been “so good” “so bright” and “so easy” (I suppose I often take all that for granted).
On the flip side however, she's also always been “independent” “stubborn” and “strong-minded.” It's not like I didn’t see these difficult days ahead.
But really... if 4 is like this… then how will we I ever survive 14?
Parenting a diabetic toddler is challenging… but at least there are guidelines, management tools and support groups. I got nothing when it comes to Harper.
At my wits end today… I escaped to the bathroom for a few glorious seconds of uninterrupted quiet. I thought to myself… how in the world did I end up with this complex, zealous, CRAZY- awesome but exhausting kid?
Then I looked in the mirror.
(The “awesome” comes from Dad… for everything else I’ll accept responsibility).
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