There are days when my little dragons hiss and spit at me and I respond by unleashing my own dragon. It starts with a curl of smoke coming from my nostrils. Then a flash of my sharp teeth and claws followed by a quick snap. And if I'm not able to rein it in, it becomes an all out fire-breathing extravaganza.
I wish that I could say that I manuever through my days with maturity and grace. That I always respond to my children with love and gentleness. Sometimes I do okay and sometimes I fail miserably. Sometimes I want to give up and hide in a closet for a few hours. But they would find me. They always find me. So I will continue to stumble through, doing my best to keep my own dragon under control so that I am able to help them deal with theirs.
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