This was not the morning I wanted. I had great visions for how my daughter and I would connect, and I would help ease her “just starting school” jitters. We would bond over a pastry, feeling pretty, and conversing lovingly after a gentle morning getting ready in the house. The morning I had included two huge fits, complete with my yelling at my daughter to go to her room and find her own way to get to school. Also, her brother trashing the house, and my daughter giving me that look like she will never trust me again. We did manage to get up and go, but the pastry treat became guilt-gifting instead of conscious bonding. We are both nervous about her starting kindergarten. My expectations and our conflicting coping mechanisms make a bad morning brew.
Mantra: I will learn to love the morning I have… I will learn to love the morning I have….