I was a wonderful parent before I had children. I was an
expert on why everyone else was having problems with theirs. Then I had three of my own.
Living with real children can be humbling. Every morning
I would tell myself, "Today is going to be different," and
every morning was a variation of the one before. "You gave
her more than me!" . . . "That's the pink cup. I want the blue
cup." . . . "This oatmeal looks like 'throw-up.'" . . . "He
punched me." ... "I never touched him!" ... "I won't go to my room. You're not the boss over me!"
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