I just finished a book that reminded me in many ways of Gone With the Wind. Love triangle involving a scoundrel and a wimpy do-gooder. Orphaned daughter who refuses to take care of herself. The only thing missing was a dress made out of curtains. The main character frustrated me at times with her bad choices, her willful refusal to acknowledge her situation, her excessive laziness in the midst of productivity… and then it hit me. My children are the same way.
I have given birth to Scarlett O’Haras! They have adopted many of her mantras as guidelines:
- They are always putting things off: “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.”
- They are melodramatic: “My life is over. Nothing will ever happen to me anymore.”
- They are masters at being bored: “Fiddle-dee-dee! I get so bored I could scream.”
Ungrateful. Pouting. Lazy. Yep… I’m going to start calling my kids Scarlett.