As an update from my blog post before this, in regards to the missing hair straightner...well, this morning she came out of her room and asked me "Mom, are you sure you don't know what happened to my straightner?". The first thing out of my mouth was a rapid "No"! The look on her face was enough to make a grown woman cry because the look was of...confusion. So, I told her "Honey, I have it, I've always had it. Now you know what it feels like when I have things missing and I can't find them and I know that you have it but you lie about it. I did the same thing honey, I took something and lied about it. Do you understand a little?" At first I thought I was going to have a fight on my hands because the look on her face was one of rebellion, but within seconds it changed to remorse. Actual remorse. I think somewhere in there it struck a chord. She may not remember the moment or the feeling tomorrow or the next day, and it may be a part that we keep playing in a repeating role, and that's okay, but I will remember that teaching moment for along time.
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A gift! Put it away and savor it. You can always take it out when you need a pick-me-up! It's the small victories that keep us going.
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