Screaming in my face
Years ago, my husband took me cross-country skiing. No big deal unless you understand I have no tolerance for myself in learning things. I am a perfectionist with no patience. Can you think of a more toxic combination? That day as I attempted to climb a hill in my slippery skis, I had it. I sat myself down, ripped off my skis and hurled them over the hill. I was proud to keep the swear words in my head. My husband hid behind a tree watching the whole scene. We had been married long enough for him to know the monster. To this day, I have only played chess twice with him. (Yes, I was learning how to play.) Yesterday, my two-year-old daughter decided it was time to learn to dress-- it was time to walk away from the toddler years. During her first attempt, her two legs got stuck in the same hole. As I walked in, she sat on the floor refusing help from anyone. Her screams were enough to scare anyone away. My husband chuckled, "Yup she is yours." Besides the wonderful ...