Turns out kids aren't the only ones who get grouchy if they haven't eaten well. This morning was a rough morning for all of us.
Val is in a boundary-pushing phase and OH MY GOOD LORD is it taking every last bit of my energy and patience to follow through and be consistent every. Single. Time. Well, apparently I reached the end of my patience and snapped at her. Instead of snapping back as she is wont to do, (she is SO GOOD at reflecting back my own bad attitude and/or tone of voice) her eyes immediately filled with tears as she turned to me and said quietly with lower lip quivering, "don't be mad at me, Mommy."
Pretty humbling when your own two-year-old is the bigger person. I'm also really proud of her for being brave enough to tell me how I was making her feel in the situation. That's a huge life skill.