On my mother’s deathbed I asked her how I would recognize her if she was present in my life and she said, “Dog.” Something that at the time I thought was the amusing whisper of a dying woman who always had a little bit of the jokester in her.<\/p>\n
But then when Tin was in the hospital to have his tear ducts opened and I called to her to be with me and thought I was blowing smoke in the wind, Tin later barked like a dog for an hour in his crib. <\/p>\n
This morning as I was trying to get the wiggling stubborn refusing almost four year old into his clothes, I told him that I didn’t want to hear that he had pushed anyone since he pushed one of his dear classmates yesterday on the playground. i reminded him that he is not having his previously regularly scheduled playdate with one of his very dear friends because of aggression. <\/p>\n
Now mind you, if I was in a different frame of mind, I would not be keeping Tin from playing with his friend that he pushed, I would be making him work it out and move onward from this behavior. But I’m not in a different frame of mind and caring for myself right now means avoiding conflict even if it means not having a teachable moment with Tin.<\/p>\n
As I was growing exasperated with him for not letting me get his clothes on, and explaining how his behavior needs to be, he looked at me and said one word. “Dog.”<\/p>\n
And I said to my mom, you may think this is funny, but it’s not. But nice to know you are here. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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