We were in the middle of the morning madness; me doing breakfast, Lisa doing Tommy's lunch, and Tommy messing around. "Shall I play a bit of piano? Perhaps, I'll watch the TV?"
Whatever... it wasn't what the tribe needed, and I was getting a bit tense.
The particulars aren't important .
I lost my temper and snapped at my eight-year old little girl... and made her cry.
Lisa gave me, "the look".
I already felt like a turd. The look made me feel even lower.
I apologized to my little girl, and she smiled, and told me she loved me.
Here's what I learned.
The greatest gift a child can give a parent is forgiveness for messing things up.
The debt we owe to our children for that gift is patience.
I sure hope to get this stuff figured out one of these days.
It's off to bed for me.
"Make it matter, fuckos." jhnnythndr
" Herre jävlar vilka fiskar!!" P-A
"I'm no saint though, nor a judge. Rock that shit good and hard, and on your way out, wipe your dick on the curtains." - Kyner