Stamped feet and hands on hips, my three-year-old and I were locked in a power struggle across the daycare parking lot. I am the parent and he is the child but I was a lifeline away from being a clear-headed adult.
“Get in the car!” I snarled through gritted teeth.
“No!” He yelled back.
A light, yet firm hand touched my back.
“Can I help?” my son’s preschool teacher, Erin, asked.
Go to Portland.CityMomsBlog.com to read the lesson that my son’s preschool teacher taught me.