Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on door.
Go.
Last weekend, I had a difficult mom day.
My daughter was tired, she was overly extended and like most tired kids, she melted.
The fight in her was very much alive and when we got home, she was in her room, door closed, for the day.
As I stood on the other side, listening to her scream and cry and tantrum,
I thought to myself, how many times will there be a barrier, a division between us.
I know that if I am doing this right, we will battle.
I know that if I am doing this right, we will also respect each other.
I cringe to think of the day she will be in that room and will close the door to keep me out, instead of me trying to keep her in.
I am trying to build self confidence, I am trying to build independence and esteem, I am trying to build a loving person.
I hope that when things in your life are troubling, you will know you have a mom that will listen and not judge.
I hope that when things in your life are worrisome, you will know you have a mom that will listen and not judge.
I am here Anna, I will always have an ear and a warm heart.
I will try very hard not to give advice, I will try very hard not to always tell you what to do and I will try very hard to listen.
And all I ask of you Anna, please let me in.
Stop.
