As a child when I tested my mother’s patience, I always knew when I’d crossed the line. The Look could stop me in my tracks. The one that silently conveyed, “I’d like you to stop that.” That screaming, that banging, that whining or whatever was getting on her nerves. Sometimes it was The Tone that I recognized as “she means business.” But once in a while I’d push it. See the line in front of me, and defiantly step over it, ignoring what I knew was right. That’s when I heard it loud and clear.
E-nough!
As soon as I heard that game-changing word, I longed to go backward just one tiny step, to the place where I hadn’t yet pushed her to the point of Enough. (Funny, I don’t recall wishing I could go back and make a better choice from the beginning).
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Patricia Alderman 