Truth is at times my own frustration overcomes the acceptance that I often write about. My frustration in why can’t it just be easy and ‘normal’ for a day.
While out with my girl last weekend I felt that frustration seeping in. I was close enough to hear her speaking, yet far enough away to not be within nudging distance to redirect or cue her. Instead I sat 10 feet away watching and hearing the inappropriate interactions and the social awkwardness that made me cringe. I don’t often cringe, but that day I did.
Later, I pondered what that was really all about. Why did it agitate me so much? Was it a reflection of me? My own stuff? Was I….dare I say it….embarrassed by my own child? Me? The one that preaches acceptance and the beauty of who she is? Was I really feeling that?
I admit it. Yes I was. I was frustrated that I felt it and also that the opportunity was there for me TO feel it. On that day I just wanted it to be easy. To be normal.
Whatever normal is, right?