I had an epiphany yesterday. Hey, that would be a pretty rad name for a child, Epiphany. Anyhow, I realized that I’ve been complaining about Ari’s teenager-like behavior and outbursts a lot. While it’s true that he’s going through a difficult phase, pushing boundaries, testing limits, making me feel like pulling my hair out, it’s not him.
Just a Little…
It’s not him!
He’s four years-old. He’s doing all the stuff that he’s supposed to be doing.
I’m the one who’s out of control. I’m the one who’s having difficulty handling it. I’m the one that needs to work on myself.
And I know exactly what I’m missing.
Are you ready for it?
Here it is, this is what I need: