Just out of Grace’s parent-teacher conference. It’s official, just as Mamah was, I’m raising myself. My God. I felt like Dorian and Rania were talking about me, to the point where it got a little uncomfortable talking about areas for development. Grace appears to be a highly sensitive perfectionist. Hmm. Sound familiar? She is attuned to everything going on in the room, wants people to like her, and has the occasional meltdown when she fails at something. She can be a know-it-all and a touch bossy, though she seems to be working on that. She is best when she’s able to set the pace herself and often holds herself to challengingly high standards. She is physically competent, coordinated, and confident and she is fully of energy. She seems to be good at most things, spikily excellent at none so far.
Hell-o.
It’s really pretty extraordinary, this genetic stuff. Or maybe it’s nurture, but my instinct says nature.

My goal for the day: to be more empathetic to Grace. To give her space to fail and freak out and to make sure she knows she’s loved no matter what. You can read between the lines about what I want for myself, too.