Geysers Rd, California - Rubbing is Racing

I cradled my face in my hands today. I tend to do that when I'm frustrated, stressed or confused. I've been getting to that place less often these days. It's been a nice change. Our family story seems to be easing out of some turbulent years but I still find my face in my hands on occasion.

While rubbing my face, I start to think. Maybe rubbing my forehead is my brain's brake pedal. I suffer from varying degrees of male stupidity and the stupider I get the more pressure I apply. Hey, sometimes you need to slam on the brakes. Self preservation, and all.

This time it feels different. I think I've become so sensitive. I'm rubbing my brow because I told my daughter she couldn't go on a 4 mile run with me. I shouldn't feel bad. She hasn't run a mile in a year! Plus, it's rough terrain in ninety degree heat.

I think I remember reading something important in the manual that came with her when we left the hospital. Oh yeah, I remember! "Be the parent. They don't know what is best for them."

When I left on my run, I found myself questioning my love for my daughter. She just wanted time together, right? As I jogged, my mind cleared and I felt better understanding our deeper needs.

She needed love and I showed that to her by not giving her what she wanted. Had I done so, she would have passed out from heat exhaustion. Yikes!

I needed to stand firm and follow my convictions. Set an example for her on how a parent makes decisions. She will be glad later.

I might end up rubbing my face still but it will be for good reasons from here on out.

Stay Wilde.

-Erick Wilde

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