Peanut is indeed her father's daughter. Sometimes, like in the case of her cartoonishly large feet, it's to her detriment. Often times, however, it is to mine. Ya see, you can't hide a personality flaw in a pair of snazzy shoes. One of the biggest challenges I have faced and continue to face as a parent is raising a child who is just like me in so many ways. For even I have no idea why I do
While Peanut has inherited many of my positive attributes: humor, intelligence, good looks (ok her mom has a lot to do with those), she's unfortunately also picked up my most negative one. No, not narcissism. But thanks for your concern. Peanut and I both have the ability to affect the mood of a room - of a house - all by ourselves. If one of us is in a bad mood, everyone knows and feels it. The worst part: there is no getting us out of it and very little if anything we can do about it. How charming.
It was dented but not destroyed. Still, a devastating blow for a six year-old who takes great pride in her work and often holds herself to unrealistic standards of excellence. You could see Peanut's face immediately transform, like the shell of her fallen egg, from joy to pain. My Director and I tried to laugh it off and help her move on, but to no avail. She was done, physically and emotionally. She slumped back in her chair, and proceeded to wear a frown that would have given Grumpy Cat a run for his fifteen minutes of fame.
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Our people are mellowing. We're taking those broken eggs and making a little egg salad. When we spot a potential mood change, we immediately label the person "Grumplestiltskin." That helps us slowly learn to let it be.
My moodiness is my biggest obstacle to being the dad and person I want to be. I recently had an epiphany about how to be a better person, which I wrote about HERE.