My daughter is an amazing little girl. It takes a lot to go through school and navigate everything. Everything not just reading and writing, but math and bullies, and clothes and still managing to be a little girl.
I let my past get in the way of things. My parents were drill sergeants and in some ways, they traumatized me into ignoring the fact my kid needs the best of me.
She told me today that her reading and spelling were so good because I help her. I am in tears. She knows just what to say sometimes.
She needs help with math right now. I promised her she'd wipe the floor with math. It's a promise I mean to keep.
The thing is, I'm not talking about a middle school kid. I'm talking about my brilliant first grader. Who wants to ace gumball math. Which is timed addition and subtraction.
Here we go world. Leave the past in your behind, as Pumba always said.
ACCEPTING THE SANDWICH: Moments of harsh reality can be short: so bite hard, chew and swallow. I talk about everything from marriage to kids and pretty much whatever life flings my way. The rebel in me still wants to wish in one hand. The Realist makes me wash my hands and brush profusely.
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