Dropsie, thanks. I'm not sure it's "my job" to love my kids, but love them I do. I have no choice, really. I understand the underlying theme of unconditional love and I think we have that for each other. Seems like it's my job to try to teach my kids about being the best me that I can be and I've certainly failed (or maybe succeeded) (or maybe both) in that arena.
Kahlil Gibran wrote "Your children are not your children."
I think that's right.
It's my job to be here to support her, do my best to understand her, help her to develop as an independent person and to give her an understanding what is supposed to happen when you live in a communal setting.
So today we start again and I know the ice will thaw. Patience is not only a virtue but is sometimes all I have.
Day 15.
Woke up tired, ready to sleep for another couple of hours.
But I have to work. But I can do it from home!!! So so lucky.
It's supposed to rain later. Street is still not plowed. Depending on what the temperature decides to do I will or will not drive in for group. It's funny or ironic or something that the most treacherous part of my drive right now is the 1/3 mile between me and the closest main road.
That's some sort of brilliant analogy. Maybe I'll use that one day.