We’ve been having some major
feelings lately about going to work/school to do our jobs. My daughter is going
through a period right now where being separated from us is the worst thing in
the world. This may change in a week or a month, but right now it presents a
challenge anytime we need to get anywhere by a specific time.
And when one of us is working
late or (heaven forbid) gone overnight, it leaves the other to deal with the
fallout. That said we are doing well. We’re giving our DD the space she needs
to have these feelings, have them acknowledged by us and working through them.
Luckily, we can afford the time to give this opportunity to our daughter, unlike
the guy who parked behind me at school. As I was climbing into my ‘smug’
producing Prius, I overheard him snap at his daughter saying “Quit screwing
around!” Or as my wife would translate: Stop
having emotions! They’re conflicting with my schedule! This is what
Napoleon Dynamite would sound like if he had a kid. Only he’d be yelling at his
kid for screwing around with his nun-chucks.
I’m awfully glad that I don’t
need to be anywhere so desperately that I would respond to my kid in this way,
especially as they’re just learning to experience these strong emotions.
There were a lot of snotty tears
this morning. But this is how I left her at school.
And maybe looking forward to
playing with my old Starwars toys was incentive enough to get us both through
this day.
