“Why? Why didn’t she just follow my example?

Why hadn’t she been able to figure it all out just the way I wanted her to,” I considered.

I didn’t resort to yelling, but my disappointment was probably clear as I began pointing out her mistakes. She asked to be excused from the project and I obliged.

Seeing as the ornaments we were making were part of a fund raising project, I had to jump back in and complete the task myself.

It took me the latter part of the night to complete the project which provided me ample quiet time (okay, when I say quiet time in a household of ten I mean internal quiet) to think about what had just taken place at that counter top.

A bit of guilt poked me as I considered my daughter’s glassy eyes… READ the whole article HERE