T's on the cusp of becoming a "poor me" girl or of choosing a path of strength and positivity. I can't make this choice for her, though. And as a parent, stepping back and allowing learning to occur is tough. I'm certainly not giving up on her, but she needs to learn some things the hard way, through experience. Natural consequences and outcomes from action. I suppose that's just allowing her to grow up. How do parents learn when to do this? Is there a manual, a guide, a website? I keep trying to reference my own childhood, but then I get smacked with the realization that this young woman is not me and needs to navigate the world through her own lens.
So after a long day of work, and then struggling with T, I still had to find dinner for myself. I knew one of the only places open was that horrible, evil mecca of grease and sugar - McDonald's. I try to avoid eating this kind of "food" as much as possible, as I know it's akin to rat poison. Matt knew how frustrated and upset I was and suggested that I go get my "food" with Arwen. Now why hadn't I thought of that? I don't normally take the dogs on quick trips like that, but there was no reason not to. Arwen's mostly well-behaved in the car, and I knew she'd appreciate the ride and the olfactory hits off the drive-through window to laying about in front of the TV.
She loves getting into cars so very much. On our walks, we sometimes run into a parked and open Jeep Wrangler down the street which is almost irresistible for her - clearly an open invitation! She gets into spring mode by the door and I have to tug her away to avoid breaking and entering! So off we went. Arwen sat in the backseat of my car, the night air revitalizing her nostrils and my soul. It was a joy to get away. I felt the pressures of parenthood slip away and lowered the window some more. I'll definitely take her on mini-trips more often. Arwen pressed her head on my shoulder, drool dripping down my arm. And with that, she reminded me to take the good with the bad. What's bit of drool, anyway?
