It’s amazing how tolerance and patience can be pulled out and proudly displayed when your partner is reaching the point of combustion.
“Here,” I offer in a soothing voice. “I’ll take over.” Since when did I step in as the voice of reason and calm? NEVER! Though it seems that I can and I have to say, it feels great to be the one to keep a cool head. Different, but great.
I’m afraid to say that stubborness has bombarded our poor son’s genes. I guess we ought to pity him rather than punish him – it’s all our fault. And so, needless to say, when the 3 year old digs his heels in, we react with instinct and do the same. Problem is, something or someone’s got to give. “He started it!” my husband exclaims. “I can’t let him win!” I scream internally and yet lately I have found myself saying “Okay, that’s enough. Let’s just calm down and be friends again.”
Impressed? I am.
