'Weed' Be Better off Doing it This Way
Sooooo. I had one of those Mama Bear moments yesterday, y'all. You know the kind. I was so pissed at my kid, I couldn't see straight. I orbited here for a couple of hours and I even ranted to a few friends about what he had done and how angry I was. But I was also noticing something. My "head" was angry. But my body wasn't. This intrigued me. I went through all of the motions one expects to go through as a parent - rehearsing the conversation I would have with him when I saw him at the end of the school day. What I would impart on him as punishment for his actions. Blah, blah, blah. The funny thing was, when I saw him, I found that what I wanted most was to hug him, not scold him. So I said nothing for a little while. Just observed my unusual self. And took mental notes, in case this led somewhere fascinatingly awesome in a world of parenting that can sometimes be so damn overwhelming and feel so repetitive in the cycles through which we approach thin...