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Life Lesson #2

Dearest Claire,
Times have been tough lately. Moving from the only home that you've known has been a huge change for a little girl like you. I'd like to think that this change is what also stirred the change in you, but I am not so certain. You've been testing the boundaries, challenging me. Daddy and I have focused so much on building a relationship between the two of you, knowing that Mya would need me so much when she arrived, that I think our good intentions have backfired. You need me and want me, I know that, but when I begin to set limits or give you direction that you don't necessarily want, you resist. Nap time has become a battle. You actually hit me and kicked me. I was heartbroken. Last night it was bedtime, today it was putting on your boots. Each day is something new.  During these moments of conflict, you want so desperately for your Daddy to come in and rescue you. He wants nothing more than to make things well again. Thankfully, we've figured out your desires quickly. I stay and work it out with you. It is hard. It is hard listening to you cry and scream and call out for someone other than me and it is hard to remain calm and anger-free, but I push through. I am trying to teach you, Claire. Life isn't always easy. You don't always get what you want. Your job is to abide. Listen to your Momma and Daddy. Show respect. Plain and simple. It is a hard lesson. A hard one to learn and a hard one to teach. No matter how long it takes to learn, don't ever doubt my love for you. It is because I love you that I continue to teach you. The day I stop teaching and give you what you want, is the day that you may question my love. That day, my sweetest bubby, will never come. You can kick, hit, yell, and scream at me, but I will always be there to guide you, teach you, and, forever and ever, love you.
All my love,
Momma

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