No Tears
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| Tree With Autumn Leaves |
I
had another day of court with daughter yesterday. We were just here last week. I had to go with her
because she is a minor. It went okay, yet, still stressful. The judge
indirectly blamed me for the two tickets she earned last summer.
“How
many more tickets does she have to get?”
I
looked at him, and then turned my head to her standing by me. Out of
frustration and irritation, I responded,
“Your honor, that should be a question to her, not to me . . . Should I lock her up In her room while I go to work and when I sleep? She is fifteen years old . . . “
After
his lecture, her fine and community service will be waived if she
goes to two assigned classes. We should be happy, right? But the
court scene was like a nail hammered deeper into my chest. My heart
aches as it is and for the judge to point out to me that I did not
succeed in parenting HURTS a LOT. I left the court room with tears
rolling down my cheeks. She kept asking if I was okay.
Today,
I went to the park for a little walk. It awakened my senses
to the beauty around me. The cold breeze slapped my face. There were
no longer tears on my cheeks.
3 comments
Write commentsLovely and serene image...especially in comparison to your day in court. We had a rebellious teenage daughter [eldest of three]. You can only do/say what you know is right [and be consistent]. You cannot necessarily blame their actions on yourself...they have to make their own choices [and accept responsibility for them]. They want to be treated like adults, then that's the way it goes. Don't let yourself be sent on a guilt trip... Best of Luck, Stan
ReplyThanks for the advice, Stan.
ReplyThanks for the advice, Stan.
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