Day Two

Well, a funny thing happened...while I was writing my letter of love to my daughter, she was busy writing a hate letter to me. I mentioned that we are in the middle of a fight. Part of her punishment was to write a list of 20 things that I do for her. I wanted to shift her into a state of gratitude. Clearly, that backfired on me. When I went to bed I placed her card on her desk so that she would get it in the morning and happily went to bed. When I got into my room there was a list of reasons why she hates me and why I'm a terrible mother. It was very hurtful and quite a contrast to the love I poured out to her. I cried myself to sleep.

I'm really glad that I wrote my letter when I did. I don't know if I could have written from such a pure place if I had read her hate mail first. I'm worried that she isn't in the space to receive my words right now. I'm letting go. My intention isn't to force things to happen, just to put the love and gratitude out into the world.