Learning From My Daughter

I used to hate when my kids were right and I was wrong. Now I not only accept it- I embrace it. And I find myself trying to be more like them.

So I was just outside taking trash bins to the street and the same truck, with the same high school driver- FLEW down our road. Because I have zero chill, I yelled “slowwwww downnnn”. Maybe it’s partially PTSD, maybe it’s unresolved anger- but man was I mad.

Lil was with me and I said “That’s it, I am writing to his mom.” Before I could even blink, she had put on the only pair of shoes on our porch (Boeden’s) and went running down the road.  She met the boy right at his driveway, and all I could see were her hands dramatically moving as she spoke to the kid. 

She walked home and explained that she told the boy that we have seen him fly down our road time and time again, and it’s a sensitive subject for her mom because her brother was hit by a car on our road. She also explained that her mom wanted to send an email to his mom, but she stopped me because she “is young and gets it” but if he could slow down when driving in residential areas where there are lots of kids, we would all appreciate it.

That was such a better way to approach him. No one likes a tattle tale- as my girls tell their brothers “snitches get stitches”! Hopefully it was enough to remind him to slow down. And I own that my past plays a strong part in my reaction, and that is not the kid's problem!

We will be baking on Thursday again this week- Exactly 24 years since I became a mom. So if you see Izzy, wish her a happy birthday! I truly love being her mom!