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.