Nothing else constructive to add, just wanted to send you one huge hug, even when we KNOW we're doing the right thing, nothing makes us feel quite so much like a failure as having to walk away from our own crying, pleading child.
What?
A crying pleading child is evidence that whatever you are doing is working! If it wasn't working, there would be smiles, sunshine, chocolate, more chocolate, some chocolate with sugar flowers, random pretty things, and rainbows.
Just like when you pull out an abscessed tooth or break a nose that healed incorrectly, it's supposed to hurt! That means it's working! You can't break an omelet without making some eggs!
Or is this a bad analogy?
