Sunday, October 22nd 2017
I don’t really know WHAT I did wrong while trying to support ClaraJane in tackling her Math Journal, but she certainly let me know WHEN.
“Great strategy honey! Though doesn’t your teacher need to see your work… in the journal?”
She leaves the room, returns with SWORD.
AVAST WENCH, I STAB YOU!
She ties me to the chair with invisible rope, and tells me the only thing she doesn’t like is the talking.
ClaraJane persists. I look to Daddy for solidarity. He refuses eye contact.
Somehow we make it through. I am completely sincere when I tell ClaraJane I am impressed! With her perseverance. Her effort. Her focus. How she didn’t give up, even when it was hard! She came back again and again. And tried lots of strategies.
She cuts me free from the rope. I ask how she feels about her SELF, and she goes: