Mon, Jul 2, 2012
Finley clung to me this morning, her little chin wrinkled with lines of worry as her jaw clenched and her eyes filled with tears.
“I don’t wanna go to camp. I just want to be being with you on this day.”
It was not the way I wanted the day to go. I wanted the three girls to go happily off to camp so that they could get the attention they needed, I could get things done and, in essence, everything would be smooth and controlled. I had to make a decision.
The thing in my gut that comes out every once in a while, let’s call it guilt, made me relent. “Ok, you can come to work.”
What I should have done next was acknowledge that anything I accomplished was a bonus, rather than a guarantee.
As I sit here teetering on frustration, hysterical laughter and defeat, I’d love for you to entertain me (comfort me) with your tales of things not going as you planned…