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When Your Daughter becomes a Fire Breathing Dragon

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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.

  1. 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?
  2. 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.
  3. I’ll be the mommy forever. Follow her around. Embarrass her every now and then with dancing in public or something.
  4. 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.

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