The Art of Accepting
I was a horrible little child, when I was a child, at least that's what I was always told and I do remember being pretty bad sometimes. I was emotional, dramatic, mean, controlling, and stopped at nothing to get my way! Often times I think I was misunderstood and struggled to communicate. My poor parents did not know what to do with me. It was, in part, 3rd child syndrome, haha! What does that even mean???? I don't know! I don't blame my parents for handling my issues the way they did, but sometimes I wonder if they had responded differently, that maybe I would have too. I love and respect my parents and I know they did the best they could at the time! I owe a lot to them and am so grateful to them! They had a big role in helping me become who I am! I remember, just to calm me down from a tantrum or over emotion, my Mom would take me to the bathroom and close the door, and sit me on the toilet. My older siblings thought i...