Yesterday Archer threw a toy at his cousin and she ended up with a cut on her face, and he never fails to collapse on the floor and start crying at the first sign that things aren't going his way. People tell me that this is just a stage, part of raising a toddler, but it feels like a failure as a parent. I continue to try to persevere and show him the love and patience that my mom always showed us, and hopefully he will learn compassion and self control, sooner rather than later. In the mean time, I keep reminding myself of the compassion and patience that my mom had for me, and I try to remember that this is a long road we're walking, not a short race, and if I can just keep each foot going in the right direction with each step I take, eventually we'll get to the destination that seems so far off.
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You couldn't have said it better as you referred to Mom's patience, love and constant understanding. She truly know what loves means...and understands that love isn't based on one's actions, but lies much deeper. I love how even if we were having a bad day and didn't want to talk to anyone, she still would come up to our rooms and talk with us and keep life light hearted...before you knew it, things weren't so bad anymore...Love you mom!
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