In a rut...

I so want to snap out of this yucky mood I'm in. Maybe writing will help. I hate being angry with anyone much less with the people I love the most, my kids, specifically my teenage daughter. Brett keeps telling me, "Don't forget she's just a kid." He's right. She is a kid, she's my first baby, so why am I so hard on her. She is truly a great girl. Doesn't she know how much we do for her? Of course not. Did I at 15 truly know and appreciate what my parents did for me? She pushes my patience and hurts my heart sometimes. I need to forgive more freely and remember she's just a teenager. Set boundaries, present expectations and allow free agency, while showing an increase of love. This is my goal.