Today I'm having a day wondering if I'd be acting differently if a birth child told me she stole make-up.
I was calm, but I'm upset, desperately upset. We marched her back to Walgreens, had the manager give her a stern talking to. I was calm, but as we ate dinner a few hours later, I got a little emotional when she said she hadn't really learned anything from the experience. In fact, I left the table because I could say nothing constructive at that point.
All I could feel was anger that my daughter is a thief...and this isn't the first time she's stolen, just the first time from a store. I could hardly look at her. I tried to smile and reassure her that I'm affectionate for her. I needed a break. I feel the bonding/attachment eroding a little. I need to pound it back into place.
So we have a few follow-up consequences:
1) Rose is grounded until she has written a letter of apology to Mike and I for our wasted time today and for
2) She will not be permitted in any stores with anyone for some time
3) Her current make-up, the make-up she just earned the privilege to have is taken away. It will be gone completely until the stolen make-up reappears. (She swears she doesn't know where the hot cosmetics went, but I strongly suspect it's in her room.)
But back to my reaction, it's hard at times like these to not be very angry and in those instances. I become cold, and hard. Today I prided myself for walking away from the table rather than becoming this guilt tripping mom machine who feels icy.
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