Party Shoes At the Park
If you lived in Wonderland what character would you be? Perhaps the white rabbit searching for the nonexistence of time? Or the Mad Hatter, leading the rebellion on the war of the mind? Don’t you envy the Queen of Hearts and her totalitarian regime? Making sweeping statements to Alice who has lost her way “Your way?? All ways are MY ways!”
You would think that having a child would mean having minions to exert your will upon. No longer would you feel like Alice lost in an ocean of disorienting madness. There would be order to life because you would finally be in control. The loyal subject of your child would cater to your every request with the appreciation of someone who lived like a parasite inside you for nine months. They would fear your wrath and respect your authority for you would be the Queen of their heart.
Not so much.
Every day I feel like I am losing more and more of my capacity to dominate The Munch as she enforces her opinion into every situation. Things that I used to mindlessly decide on my own have become negotiations, barters, and compromises. This morning was about wanting to wear her party to shoes to the park. Munch would not listen to reason; that these were her fancy shoes and had little traction. She didn’t heed my advice that other, more practical shoes, might serve her better. She wanted to wear her party shoes and she wanted to wear them now. I guess she figured they looked best with her crown.