Lately, I've been questioning my
parental-skills with teen #4....
it's been a rough couple of weeks.
Then, outta the blue #1 calls
and calms my worried heart.
Number One refined me,
wised me up
His perspective means alot to me.
I can ask,
"what am I doing wrong?"
and not fear his answer.
"Nothing Mom. It's just teenager stuff.
She's being a doofus." (dontcha love his brotherly description?)
I did something right.
Number Two comes down
with the Ninja Baby--
and without talking to #1,
basically says the same thing.
Talk about tender mercies.
I needed those pats on the back.
Made me grateful I didn't sell them to the
circus when they were 16.
The good news is:
We're all gonna survive.
This too shall pass.
I am not Satan in fleece pajamas!