What Goes Up Must Come Hurtling Back Down
March 16, 2010 § 4 Comments
Yesterday was a great day. I got a good dose of feeling needed and useful and it did this body good.
This morning however, was not so great.
Finally feeling better, my shoulder’s unrelenting pain has finally dumbed itself down to a dull ache, damnit if I didn’t feel like I had a million things to catch up on.
I walked into Daughter’s room at 10:30 this morning to find her in bed playing on her DS. That didn’t bother me too much. What bothered me was that the room was a disaster. Already worn clothes crammed haphazardly into open drawers, dirty laundry piled in every corner and her bathroom looking like an explosion went off in there.
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake! Really?! Is it too much to ask to put your freakin’ clothes away neatly? And honestly, this bathroom is digusting, do you even care?!”
Daughter started tearing up and before I could even hear myself, my mother’s voice came charging through my mouth, “What on earth are you crying about?”
Daughter: You’re yelling at me.
My first reaction was to say, “No I’m not, stop being such a baby.” Instead though, and believe me it’s taken A LOT of years of parenting to get to this point, I put my own emotions aside and let that sink in.
Me: I am?
Daughter: (wiping her eyes) Yes.
Me: I’m sorry. (giving her a hug)
And from there we talked it out. I admitted to her that I haven’t been talking about what’s been bothering me, how I’ve been feeling and that I don’t know what I’m doing from one day to the next.
She was, what really shouldn’t have been, surprisingly understanding. She’s a smart cookie, my Daughter and though often not seen by the outside world, she’s a rock. Her willingness to forgive moments of irrationality, her ability to put a smile on a face and her unwavering faith in everyone’s ability to overcome any obstacle is a gift beyond words.
How could I yell at her?
Because I’m not perfect. There, I said it.