This little one. She’s always trusted me. We’ve been through so much and I’ve always felt that although her words were limited, we could communicate. But lately that bond has really been tested. Her independence & opinions are growing, and the words are having a hard time keeping up. It’s frustrating for her and stressful for us. The days are full of a lot of whining. There are times when she has expectations that I fail to meet; there are times when it’s the reverse. It is an everlasting exercise in patience, and sometimes I just wish we shared enough vocabulary & mutual understanding to agree: try again, tomorrow.
