Call it Embarrassed Mother Syndrome. As my exuberant, confident, then 3-year-old daughter, Miriam, marched through social events to the beat of her own drum, deep inside, I cringed.
Sometimes Miriam’s personality just seemed too big for the setting. At parties, I’d attempt to correct her behavior; she’d put up resistance. I’d end up apologizing to the host and other guests, and she’d end up angry. Not much fun for either of us. Read more