There I stood, in my daughter’s room, watching her sleep (at last!). My beautiful little angel. It was a scene right out of a fairy tale of perfect happiness... And yet I didn’t feel perfectly happy. This moment of peace was preceded by the usual drama.
Don’t cry! You’re okay! You’re just fine!
A dark-haired little girl, about 4, wearing a pink kitten hoodie and sitting on the bench at the playground. Crying. Really going at it. One might even say wailing like a banshee.
One particular evening I needed to get my boys to bed by a certain time. I went into it full of optimism, feeling sure we’d be able to agree with each other without a struggle. Usually it goes off without a hitch.