Changing into some dry clothes. I just had to sit in the snow and pretend I'm ready to cry in order to make a point to my daughter about caring for herself and meeting her own needs. It's a long story, but she hates to grow up, we've been playing this game to see who can get out of the car and inside where it's warm first, today I didn't realize how needy she was feeling, I beat her to the door (yesterday she beat me), she decides crying in the snow is the way to deal with defeat. I told her I was going to try that and see if the door would REALLY open for me, if I sat and cried in the snow, etc, etc.. I'm working with a six year old who can read at a ten year old level (she's not as adept as her brother) and read other people's intentions and needs like very few wise adults I've ever seen, and at times shows me the stubbornness and determination of a long snake growing a backbone, and yet, today, she can only cry to get things done. Her emotional stability is that of a much younger child.
I am slamming my hands over the ears of my pain pain.
MOD:
Sorry, but I have no idea how or why your quote was in this little forehead slap of mine, before. I fixed it.
