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 it was my last day on earth whenever this h