Friday, September 17, 2010
my failure
We played cards today, and Iris was a blatant cheater (which I consistently called her out on) and a poor loser. After some reflection, she said to me calmly, "Teaching good sportsmanship is a parent's job. I'm such a poor sport that it's obvious you've done a really poor job." This thought cheered her up, and she smirked. I laughed.
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Or she's a slow learner ;)
It's her job to be a better cheater, so she doesn't get caught. :-)
I like her thinking. Cady told me last spring that I sucked as a parent, because she was unhappy. Obviously, that made me a suck-y parent because "It's just NOT NORMAL." I have a hard time convincing her that if 13 was a happy time, there wouldn't be so many movies and books about how awful it is/was.
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