. . . and make up for those two lost blog posts (see previous post).
Anyway, I'm babysitting the granddaughter today, which (among other things) involved me picking her up from her dance class (aka "twirling and stomping" lesson, as he mother says). Long story short, the granddaughter wasn't happy to see me walk through the door. She wanted her mom, and I just wasn't gonna cut it with her. So she flung herself on the ground and commenced tragic crying.
The young teacher swung into action and told me not to "take it personally." I thought this was very kind of her, and yes. It made me smile. Because at my advanced age I have NOT had any experience with unhappy pre-schoolers.
I never take children's fits personally. And, in fact, I don't take a lot of things personally anymore. I'm not sure why. Maybe I've just gotten older? Or stupider? Or tone deaf-er? Or tired-er? Who knows? (Although I'd like to hear your thoughts on why this has happened.)
All I can say is this: not taking things personally is much less exhausting than taking everything personally. I recommend it.