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Thursday, November 18, 2004
I feel like a heel. I was looking over some of my posts and I saw the interaction between me and my daughter with the stationery I put in her bag for school. I knew it before, which is why I tried to take it back, but of course...too late, that I put an expectation on her to see the note paper and envelopes while at school and that she would...
I should have kept it what I had originally intended it to be; a surprise gift. Something for her to discover on her own and question me about... Instead I made her upset because she couldn't read my mind. I know I said sorry and all but still, as a parent, it's my job to care for my kids, not put extra hang-ups on them. Not everyday in Life is going to be wonderful and I know I can't be "the perfect parent," but it is still something I strive for. Thankfully, I haven't put myself on a pedestal with my kids. Thankfully, they feel they can approach me with things. This was on my mind thinking about the exchange between B- and I. It hurt to have an expectation that I didn't know about put on me. Of course, Guin would feel the same way. Trying to improve being human, not an easy task, fighting against instant gratification. holla@me
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