What are you looking at? I can just hear that with a New York accent in my head when someone looks at me like I have 2 heads or that I’m just crazy. What are they looking at?

What’s tough is knowing what you are looking at sometimes. Sometimes I look at my kids and wonder what the heck. What are they thinking?? Why are they doing that?? I look and think “what are you looking at?”

Our children are a reflection of ourselves. I sometimes like that, when they ‘do the right thing’ or show an amazing talent, it’s great to think that some of what I say or do sinks in. So when I look at my kids and wonder “what tha…”, “why are you behaving that way?”; I also have to see that what I don’t like is  a reflection of me. What I’m looking at …is me.