It is okay to let it go sometimes

Tuesday started with a good quality run. When I got home to pack girls lunch before they had to head out… a major “drama” was happening at home. Daddy is making Lizzy read chinese alphabet, Lizzy is not happy about it, daddy insists he will not take her to school if she doesn’t finish reading. As usual, I intervened, trying to make him into senses, that going school on time is more important.

Daddy left with Sofia at 7:10am, Lizzy crying.

I started taking a shower and told her to practice until daddy comes back.

I was not being myself. I let go of control -on our kids, parenting style- at that moment.

I told myself that I don’t need to be in control all the time.

I told myself that maybe daddy is rightly making the point.

Daddy came back, a bit cooled down, told Lizzy that when she comes back from school, she’ll have to practice, he’ll help her.

They left. I ate my breakfast, packed my lunch, gathered my things, and went to Physio alone without talking to daddy when he came back.

While I was at the office, I was anxious about tension at home when I go back. What if the “disciplinary act” continues. I’d be tired to fight daddy about it, I don’t want to fight with him about how to parent.

I left office later than usual, arrived home 5:10pm.

Girls were playing at the balcony.

I asked them if they practiced piano and mandarin. Yes.

WHAT?!

Apparently when they came home from kumon, they both did mandarin first, and then practiced piano.

WOOOOO!

I didn’t see that coming.

We had a peaceful evening. All homework was before 7pm, we had a leisure evening reading, chatting, doing stretching together.

Being in control is my comfort zone.

Losing control could be liberating.

I should let it go, more often.