I could have caved to the tantrum, it was epic. 

I could have made the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I had asked twice and she said turkey and cheese each time.

I could have lost my temper, I often do. 

But grace prevailed. 

The storm passed. 

The sandwich was eaten and the brownie earned.

The best part - the pride in the "yeah, mom" when praised for eating her sandwich and making the grown up choice.