Gleek deals with emotions in ways that are fundamentally different from my own. Because of this, part of me is convinced that her management of emotions is wrong and I need to teach her how to do it differently. I need to teach her to do it my way. …only she isn’t me and I’m not sure she is capable to reacting to the world the way that I do. I could spend years trying to correct this perceived fault in my daughter, or I can learn to accept the difference and try to see why her way works for her.
As Gleek’s mother, it is also my job to teach her emotional tools so that she can handle what life throws at her. I’m going to have a really hard time teaching her how to use tools that are foreign to me.