Just Waiting…
…for the other shoe to drop.
This week has been HELL, to put it bluntly. I have never second-guessed my parenting skills more. Millie is almost three, and I think three is ten times worse than two. Who knows…I am awful at math.
I do have a very loving and gifted child, but she is just like Bobby and me in one certain way—STRONG-WILLED. That makes things more than difficult. It has been heart-breaking and defeating to watch her be the non-compliant child in her dance class…to be nicknamed “the rogue ballerina”, which is all fine and fun and what not, but it is the truth and that cuts like a knife. Dealing with the defiance and trying new parenting techniques and maintaining my adult maturity level has me zapped. I don’t know if I am coming or going or just dying. My head is spinning with strategies on raising a strong-willed/spirited child, and to be honest, I don’t know if I am sane enough at this point to implement anything.
It has been said that I have a flair for the dramatic, and I know that it is not the end of the world or cancer or AIDS or Katrina or really even as sad as the closing of all of those Starbucks a few weeks ago. However, I would really appreciate some cyber-hugs today if you can spare the time. I need some lurve. Thanks for always listening.