Never more has this been true for me, than with my stepson.
It was my rage that I couldn't ignore. The audacity that he wouldn't do as I said, that he didn't respond to my demands. Which were just that, me barking orders and expecting an outcome. I couldn't let it go, this had become a match and I wanted to win. I was so attached to the outcome that I failed to recognise a grown ass woman was trying to stare down a kid that just wanted my attention, my kindness and my love.
In hindsight, I am so ashamed. I let an ugly behaviour grow inside me disguising itself as ‘I know better’ and ‘just do it’, as I insisted on trying to control how my stepson should act and behave. Causing tension and isolation within our family unit.
So how did I release my ego, realise the way I ahd been parented wasn't necessarily the best and loosen my grip on the outcome?
Find out from my latest conversation!
