Parenting Gone Well

Published October 08, 2014
It was after 11 a.m. I’d been up for hours and already had two cups of coffee. I’d read the newspaper and worked on a blog post. I’d cleaned the kitchen and started dinner. I’d gone to the pharmacy and the grocery store. On my way to the dry cleaner, with a list of more things to do in my hand, my phone lit up. There was a text from my 16-year-old daughter who was still on summer vacation. TEXT MESSAGE: The air conditioning in my room does not work at all and so I couldn’t fall asleep last night till 2 a.m. and I woke up 20 times in a heat flash. SEPARATE TEXT: And I’m dripping sweat. If I had written back based on my initial reaction, it would not have been pretty. Do you know what I’ve already done this morning and how much I still have to do? You slept until noon (when I’m upset, I tend to exaggerate) and you’re complaining? Is that text a nice way to start the day? But I also know I was triggered by her discomfort. Honestly, when things don’t go right for her, I feel it. I took a deep breath and reminded myself I’m not responsible for everything, and that I didn’t have to fix the situation immediately; we’d both survive. Parenting is not science; it’s an art. Our communication doesn’t always go well; but on that morning, it did. MY TEXT: Good Morning, Love. No lecture. (Admittedly, there was a bit of sarcasm but tinged with affection.) HER TEXT: Lol.
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