My child was excited about the special pedestal her piece was displayed on for Arts Week … except when we arrived on Parent Night, it wasn’t on the pedestal anymore. Tantrum. We've dealt with her public meltdowns for years. Other parents think I'm a bad mom, or that she's too old for tantrums. I tell myself I don’t have time to care. We left, my child stomping ahead, hissing and cussing through the mob. Then someone said, "I know, I have a child just like that at home." I sure cried a lot for someone who didn't care about others’ opinions.
Stacy Noe lives near the mountains with her spouse and kids but sadly, no cats. Find Stacy on Twitter @proseyposey.