So. I got the advanced copy of "The Entitlement Trap." You know, that new book that I told you about?
I was eager to read it. I love the authors. I love the buzz about this book. I love to improve myself as a mother. I dove right in.
I read the first couple chapters. Then I put it down. Then I cried.
It was so agonizingly obvious that my children are there. They are TRAPPED. They are ENTITLED. And I basically feel like the worst mother in the world.
It really isn't a very pleasant feeling.
I spent the next few days analyzing everything my children did. And coming away fantastically depressed. Everything they said and did seemed to point out how completely irresponsible they are - and how I am to blame. I'm a slave, and it's my fault.
While lamenting my fate and that of my posterity, I began talking to myself.
Hey, self. I said. It's been a while. But hey, perhaps you should keep reading that book and stuff. Maybe - just maybe - they'll tell you how to fix it!
Self? - Dude, I thank you.
I haven't finished it yet, but I already feel better. I am being handed tools that will put me on the road to fixing the problem. And I'm not depressed anymore. I'm excited. Hopeful. Sorta-almost-pretty-confident.
I can do this. They're teaching me how.
Please - please - if you haven't already, order this book here.