When I was trimming up her locks the other day, Lucy said, "Mom, when my hair is really long, don't cut it, k?" I agreed, realizing that she hadn't yet realized that by trimming her "short" hair it would actually never get "really long".
Often, I get overwhelmed at how much the children, my children, are *at my mercy*. It is a fine line I walk here. I believe in wearing the pants as far as my relationship with them goes, if only for the reason that really, I know better. It is a simple matter of math: my experience > their experience. But...I also believe in letting them lives their lives. You know, making choices, mistakes, encountering disappointment, dealing with disappointment.
I haven't yet found that effective angle. The one where I lead wisely. Some days I just lead. Some days I'm only wise (some days I'm really dumb). Rare is the moment of ideal intersection. It's a steep learning curve. Which means, I guess, that I've come a long way and I've got a long way to go. But, when I get stuck and impart neither wisdom nor leadership--love always works. Love always works. Gentle, forgiving, trusting love.