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This is my daughter. She used to be a sweet, loving little girl.
Apparently that has changed. I get it. People change. Life goes on. The little girl we once knew is no more.
She used to make cute drawings for me with bunnies and hearts for Christmas. I still have them in a frame.
Now she leaves notes like this around the house. So sweet of her.
The dragon is quite lovely though. If you look close enough, you’ll see a cute little bunny running away from the dragon.
I just wasn’t prepared for all of this hostility from her. Her sisters have been fire breathing dragons since birth. Maybe this daughter is just a late bloomer?
However, I do know why she was angry. She wanted me to move a box of her sister’s toys out of her room. I asked if we could leave it until the morning because it was 10 p.m. and I didn’t know where to put it.
The temper tantrum ensued. Then the note.
So here is my plan.
- If the box hasn’t moved, I will move it whether or not I agree with her. Maybe I invaded her space too much with the box of toys?
- I’ll keep making rules that she hates. She really hates the “You have to sleep” rule, followed by the “You have to eat” edict.
- I’ll be the mommy forever. Follow her around. Embarrass her every now and then with dancing in public or something.
- Remember that the sweet, kind, funny girl is still in there somewhere.
My mom said I hated her until I was 20. So in ten more years, she and I will look back on this and laugh. Or she’ll still be trying to burn me to a crisp.
I was reminded of these days last week. I am a Nana and was babysitting 4 grandkids while waiting for the new grandbaby. My little 4 year old granddaughter was mad at me because I made her eat “more dinner” before she got her cookie. Another was shrieking to get her brother out of her room. As I ran up the stairs not hearing the content, I thought she was hurt.
My Mom is still around, thank goodness, and her words always were full of Wisdom for me are simple:
“Pick your battles.” 🙂
Yeah. Lately, my battles are food and sleep. She is a wise woman. 🙂
Ah dear, well, I had two boys and was grateful for that fact for years. Then my little girl who is now 8 came along. Right now, she adores me, and I adore her. And every day I look at her and wonder in terror what I’ll do when (or if, hopefully) she will become a fire breathing dragon and say she hates me and I ruin her life :(.
My husband says naaaaa it will never happen. But my husband never was a teenage girl!
Hang in there, I may be feeling your pain in a few years too. xxx
Thanks. Yes, you probably will feel the pain of having a pre-teen and teen daughter. I’ve been ruining their lives for fifteen years now. 🙂
Sigh 🙂 Hang in there, they’ll grow up and then they’ll be all over you again (so they say :))
Let’s hope so. 🙂 Thanks!
I can relate. But as my mom likes to remind me, in my case, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. She’ll wise up to your smart ways eventually. Hang in there in the meantime. (here via TypeA)
True enough. I wasn’t sure if she inherited my temper and/or stubbornness until recently. 🙂 Thanks for visiting!
Sympathies. Life with daughters can be difficult.
Thanks. Soo true. 🙂
When I got to around 35 suddenly my father got so much more wiser or was it that he was wise all along and I was too blind to get it ?
He may have been wise all along. 🙂