Oh no, I looked in the dryer this morning and found the sheets that were supposed to go in Olivia's suitcase to Greece! "What kind of Mother am I?," and "What is she going to do?," were my first thoughts. "Will she tell anyone, will she suffer?" And then I remind myself that she is not a toddler, but a seventeen year old. She will have to 'fix' the situation on her own and figure something out. She can and she will. How else will she learn?
As I take deliberate, deep, calming breaths, I feel this tightness in my chest opening. I relax into the knowing that I am not perfect and neither is she. Olivia must develop responsibility and self reliance. How can she do this when I baby her so? We need to live with the consequences of our own actions.
And so I let it go, or at least I try. This is not easy, but at least I'm still breathing.
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They probably have extra sets of sheets at the Village just for this reason. Or someone will have an extra set. I'm sure she WILL work it out. Keep breathing. Love, J
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