I wasn't ready to be a mother, and because of that I haven't always been the mother my children need. Most recently, I found myself lost without a clue what to do when my oldest had a major meltdown, allowing her possessive jealousy to get the best of her. … I needed a second to breath, to stop shaking. If there was a solution I wasn't going to find it burried under emotional outbursts. Only with calm, clear intention.
All my life, as long as I can remember, my mother was 'the bad guy.'