Staring at Beansprout-who has grown six inches in two months-I marvel at his height. I just gave birth to the boy. Five years seems like nothing. "Look at me Mommy! I can reach it now. Cause I'm tall enough." After the requisite pumping of his fledgling ego, I stared at him. He is probably about a third of his adult height. It's absolutely amazing. Right now, there are bumps in the road. In more ways than one. Beansprout has temper tantrums. I have problems not eating my emotions. Seems we're both working on getting ourselves under control. But we will. One day at a time. When Beansprout demands a full grown St. Bernard, or begs to jump off the roof like his favorite hero for a zillion hours, it's tempting to revert to insanity. Only when I refuse to become involved in the drama am I able to steer him clear of a bigger meltdown. It's very interesting. No bargaining. No threatening. Just a calm low voice. Making clear standard e...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.