image viaI love:
the high after a run
take charge people
doing life friends
On a day like today, when Wilder threw a full-fledged tantrum on the floor of Old Navy (their Halloween costumes are a hoot if you don't want/know how to sew) and I just stood there, frozen, it is VITAL to remember the things I love. The little things that add lilt to my voice and a jig to my step.
It will be ok. Everything will always be ok.
But I still have a question: what's a girl to do about toddler tantrums in public? I literally just froze and let him throw the tantrum. I was shell-shocked and felt very much not-in-charge. Sometimes I walk around my house saying, repeatedly, "I'm in charge, I'm in charge, I'm. in. charge!!"