Katherine is a very sweet, kind and cooperative little girl.

Until she isn’t.

Yesterday morning, I told her no less than one thousand times to get dressed. The clock was ticking and it was nearly time to walk out the door.

“Katherine, you are driving me wild!”, I heard myself say in a voice louder than I meant to use.

And then in my mind, I pictured the wonderfully firey little girl and her mother (who doesn’t like to yell) in Mem Fox’s Harriet Harris, You’ll Drive me Wild.

My mom guilt faded away and I knew that I would be able to say I was sorry for rushing, for yelling, for being the mom who didn’t like to yell but still did sometimes.

 I knew I could say I was sorry but that even better, I knew I could read  Harriet Harris, You’ll Drive me Wild! and all would be ok.

You’ve got to love a book like that…