I might have been a better mother had you just been happy enough to stay 5 forever. I was good until 5, maybe a little longer. When you used to delight in "dancing in the kitchen with mom." When I had all the right answers. When just a kiss made your boo boo better. When biscuits and gravy for a good report card was the best reward ever. It was after that when you started forming your own opinions and wanting to be more independent that I started having trouble being a good mommy.
You're completely wrong when you scream at me "it's your way or the highway" That's not the reason I want you to see it my way at all. I want you to see it my way, because in the end my way will be less painful. I've walked that same path and I saw how it turned out. You're both sort of my do-over. If I had only chosen Path B, perhaps it would have spared the 3 of us a lot of grief.
But just as I wouldn't listen to those older and wiser than me, you have to find your own way in life.
P.S. Glittergurl, if you still insist on going, please take a blanket and wear your hat, it's cold out. and if by chance you see your brother, tell him I love him.