The Traumatic Parenting Workshop

It's not all glitter and rainbows. Please take comfort in the fact that we're all in this together.

Briefly…

A couple of quick thoughts:

  • When my children were younger, I’d sometimes worry why they weren’t clapping.  Were they unhappy?  Maybe they were happy and just didn’t know it?
  • If you ever need to see what genuine disappointment looks like, offer your child an elaborate dessert in a portion they’ve deemed “too small.”
  • I’ve introduced Snowflake #1 to the art of eating over the sink.  There’s no way this ever comes back to haunt me.
  • Snowflake #2 has informed me her superhero name is “Flowers McToots.”  I didn’t ask what her powers were.  A combination of not wanting and not needing to know.
  • Amid the ever-growing list of things I did not know, Snowflake #2’s favorite stuffed animal’s favorite colors are blue and red.
  • When I shout, “I can’t be wrong all this time!” and the Snowflakes reply, “Yes you can,” I’m not sure if they’re proving my point or not.
  • Everyone defines “bliss” differently.  I think of it as the smell that’s in the air between the time the maid service leaves and the Snowflakes come home from school.
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