Bus Stop Sessions

10730139_10152364044757714_8032921389299932326_n

Several years ago, I started to write this post about my youngest daughter. At the time she was six. Now she is ten and I wish the conversations with her were this easy or entertaining.

Something is going on with her. I ask her but she says she’s fine. I have also discovered that she lies effortlessly so I don’t believe her exactly. I want to believe her. I really do.

She’s also been eating ice cream in the middle of the night. So far we’ve found six cartons. Not to mention the candy wrappers and yogurt containers.

Today, I have to pick her up from detention . . . again.  Everyday I sound like Marvin Gaye: What’s going on? But with more eye rolling and aggravation.

So let’s revisit the time when my baby told me everything, even when it was too much information.

March 2015:

The conversations at the bus stop with Little Sister #2 are interesting.  Some mornings, the topics come out of nowhere.

Yesterday, she said, “Do you know why I don’t want you to die?”

I answered, “No. Why?” At this point, I have no idea. It could be anything.

She said, ” Because I love you so much. ”

The school counselor says it is normal for her to worry.

My favorite thing is when she sings along with the radio. It cracks me up that she knows the words to rock music. (FYI: I do not let her watch the videos.)

One morning, I tried an experiment. I switched to the country channel to see if she noticed. I never listen to the country station so I wondered if she liked country music.

Nope. She most certainly does not.

She piped up right away. Basically, she asked me to turn it back. Now we know that she likes Slipknot and Katy Perry.

10389358_10152383455122714_1576694567079870439_n

8 comments

  1. Ugh…the world of pre-teen and teenage girls!! We are just coming out the other side – my daughter is 17. Let me just say, a good therapist is worth everything. And just keep listening, more to what she isn’t saying than what she is.

  2. I got the deceptive behavior and secrets from my step-son, too, but he was raised predominantly by his mother who restricted his visits to us. So that was that situation. It didn’t diminish our worry and concern for the kid, though, obviously. Once he said he was “Doing great” in school, and when his report card came, he had straight Fs and one D.

    I hope you get to the bottom of what’s going on.

  3. I’ve got this to come and I struggle with both my kids age 5 and 7. This afternoon I was sat here working, my 5 year old wanted toast. I made her toast and put chocolate spread on it. She then complained that she wanted more chocolate.. grrr I was working. The consequence then with me sat here saying no, she climbed on the chair to the cupboard and took a large spoonful of chocolate. She totally ignored me! Kids are hard work!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.