Passionate temper and stubborn.
That was how I described the 11yo to herself.
I told her they were traits she came by very honestly.
I’m muleheaded. I have a fiery temper. I’ve just learned to control them. I’ve found ways to use them.Whether it was writing in a journal or working with a therapist to the point of pain, I know how to focus my passion. I’ve found my outlets
She’s 11. She hasn’t found hers yet and she balls it up and then explodes. It’s painful. For her and the target.
She and I had a talk about me helping her find outlets. I have this blog. I have friends I can vent and rant to.
She has neither yet, but she needs something. Something HERS where she can unleash all that passionate temper and stubbornness on. I want her to keep them. Never lose them. They aren’t a bed thing.
Passionate temper and sheer stubbornness is what kept me from giving up when it would have been much easier.
They aren’t bad at all.