So…now that you know I’m fat, you should also know that I’m a mom. Most of the time, where I am, that’s where my daughter is. Many times we’re inseparable. Well, at least until we get home. My daughter is an only child, only grandchild and only great grandchild. She is spoiled! On top of that, she is entering those terrible teen years so I’m having a
horrific wonderful experience!
The girl (it’s what I call her online for privacy AND to keep from calling her something else), is in 6th grade and always seems to be up to something. She is crazy about Mindless Behavior (a music group) and loves fashion. I’m dumb when it comes to both, so I’m always being “schooled”.
I do the best I can to make sure she has all that she needs. Some days, I swear I want to shake her silly. ESPECIALLY on days when she acts ungrateful or worse, like a teenager. I swear sometimes I have absolutely NO IDEA what to do with or for her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not “bad”. She is in the gifted program. She makes all As, has perfect attendance and has yet to try to sneak out of the house. She takes dance and is in her 9th season. She’s just…at that age where you want to
strangle hug her really tight all the time.
One of our biggest fights is about her hair. She had shoulder length dark brown hair. When we moved to where we live now, finding a stylist was difficult. Suddenly, her hair was breaking! I was FLOORED. Now, her hair is different lengths all over and she INSISTS on no heat. When I wash her hair, she has a complaint about everything I do. “The water is too hot.” “It’s too cold.” “You’re pulling my hair.” “You’re getting water in my eye!” I told her if she doesn’t like the way I wash her hair then she needs to learn how to wash it herself. She says, “But I can’t do it right.” Honey…that right there? Pure foolishness. Now, had I said that to my mom, she would have fussed and cussed and probably pulled out a switch. I would have been told to take my whosiswhatsis in there and curl/wash or whatever to my own hair! My daughter though, is one of these new millennium kids and everybody who has a new millennium kid knows that they are CRAZY! What’s a new millennium kid you ask? Any kid born with a birth year that begins with 2. One day, when I lose my mind and decide to get doctorate degree, my dissertation will be on the difference in children born in the 20th century versus those born in the 21st century. They have cosmic scars!
Anyway, I digress. Just now, the girl came and asked me if she could watch Mindless Behavior TV. Mind you, she JUST got her iPad back after being punished for a week for looking at inappropriate things on it so, she REALLY should be trying to ease back into having it. She spends way too much time on it and is really going to have a fit when I tell her that the NEW time to be off of it is 7:30 pm instead of the previous 8:30 pm. NOW, she’ll have to turn it in nightly to me. If it’s late by even 1 minute, she’ll lose a day. Parenting in the new millennium is NO JOKE. Actually, there’s a book you should check out called The Motherhood Diaries by Reshonda Tate Billingsley. I’m actually a contributing author on that book along with 22 others. That’s what we’ll talk about on the next post. Me, the author.
So…the next time your tween asks you the same question that you just answered only minutes after you answer, just look at them, lean in really close as if you’re going to whisper and start to sing at the top of your lungs, “AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!” They’ll leave then….well…that always works with the girl!
Until next time…