- Notebooks full of deep, soul searchin’ and emotionally charged poetry…
- Loving your best friends, despising your enemies and being confused by your frenemies…
- Hormones all over the place – and acne, too.
Remember those days? I do, too. The days of Tweenageritis.
And now, despite my husband’s effort to find a “stop time” pill, our oldest DD is going through the same thing. Surprisingly, she loves asking about how I handled things when I was her age. I oblige. Then she asks for me to tell her again. And again.
I love it. I truly do. As of late, there have been some imbalances in the mom and daughter realm. You know, the sighs, the “really mom?” looks and the “I already knew that” eye roll.
These are the times I can see God’s sense of humor kicking in. My mom was right. About EVERYTHING. Almost. (Fine…everything!) 🙂
Being on the other side of the situation gives me even greater appreciation for my mom. (And trust me, that’s hard to do ’cause my mom rocks).
I understand now why she was so calm when catastrophes were happening all around me. (yes, now I know they weren’t really catastrophes – but I thought they were then!)
I understand why sassy-ness and “back talk” were NOT accepted in my parent’s house.
I understand why she insisted I always come home on time and not go places by myself.
I get it.
I just hope that one day, my daughter does, too. I hope all three of my daughters do. But right now, the oldest is the closer to adulthood than the other two. She’ll be driving in the blink of an eye. She’ll be in college after that. And *gasp!*…then she’ll be walking down the aisle.
Maybe my husband should get back to work on that “stop time” pill.
p.s. Don’t forget to enter the poetry contest. It ends next week. See yesterday’s post for details.