the door where she waits patiently for me to catch up. out the door, we open the gate and she reaches up and takes my hand because she knows she does not go beyond the gate without a hand. we stroll over to the car, she knocks on the door to get in, i open the door and she climbs in (as best she can)...this all sounds so peaceful and fun and like a special moment shared between mother and daughter right?
its like wrestling an alligator.
sometimes its only a 5 minute fit, sometimes there is no fit, sometimes it goes on and on and on with no end in sight...those 