... or at least tame it a little...
I came home this afternoon absolutely livid about something. I really wish I could tell you what, but due to possible readership, I cannot.
Emma, who was with me when this particular incident occurred, gave me a hug when we got home. Then she put her sticky, Otter-Pop-colored hands on my cheeks and tilted my head down so she could look me right in the eyes.
"Mom, I know why you're so angry and I understand. You are handling it really well. If I was you right now, [it] wouldn't be pretty. You are my role model."
And I felt a little better.