Recently I went back and read some of my old posts, from when Pea was 2 and 3, like when she had a tantrum that brought my next-door neighbor over in a bathrobe, or when she broke my African violet pots. I almost deleted the posts, because they are not representative of my life now — but then I figured, maybe it’ll give someone else hope. That isn’t my kid and hasn’t been in a long time. It gets better. It gets so much better. Pea is sweet, generous, funny (so funny!), and dramatic. Oh, I know I’m in for trouble later. I’ll probably regret this post someday, too, for the hubris involved. Yes, she’s exasperating. Yes, she’s exhausting. But the good is so…