A wonderful friend of mine wrote this one night while struggling to deal with her daughter who was having a meltdown. It is exactly the way I picture myself when I have kids in the future.
I just don’t know how to console you,
Reassure you that you have validity,
Not get impatient or angry when you disobey me,
Or allow you the amount of independence you claim you have.
When your sweet little self
Shows her grown up attitude
Like whatever comes out of my mouth is a bargaining chip
Or as if I said the most awkward thing one could say to a child.
When we are not listening to one another,
My heart swells and fills with anxiety, and I can’t hear what you need.
My eyes cloud over and I get stuck in a foggy loop of emotions and tears. My voice raises and you cry harder.
I feel incapable of saying what you want to hear,
Or finding a happy medium.
I dislike being cross and upset
But with you, most especially.
As you grow and become your own person, I see more and more of myself behind your eyes.
I want to give you the world,
Hear you giggle,
Watch you paint your universe in color.
But I am not a teacher like your daddy.
The ability to calm and sooth you is not inherent for me when I am upset.
For that, sweet child of mine, I must confess, troubles me deeply.
But we never go to bed angry,
And we will always talk it out until we are comfortable again.
This is my promise to you sweet girl.
I hope you understand.
I just want what’s best for you
Even if my version of that is not what others have in mind.
It’ll be you and me kid,
And we are going to rule the world!
Here’s a few pictures of my friend and her daughter: