First off I must apologize to anyone I may have come across in my life between the ages of 9 and 18. I owe a huge debt to my mother who must have had to deal with this:lovely spirit, when approaching me with some life or death task, like washing the dishes after supper. I think my hair has gotten even grayer this last day or two. At work yesterday after I experienced a near death brush with the hormone raising twelve year old, I pondered and concocted different counter techniques to shield myself from the blows. I pull up and wait at the doors of the school, wondering what demon like child would enter my car. Much to my surprise and shock this is what I saw emerge from the heavy metal doors:
She skipped into her seat, with an angelic smiles and bursts into a bubble tale of the happenings of the day. I listened with my jaw dropped in awe. Was this the same demon possessed child I forced to go to school? Was there an exorcism performed, I was not aware of? Not only did she have a good day she was looking forward to the nights activities at the church. No talk of moving, or negatives at our house.
She went to Young Womens and her dance preparation and came home in the same pleasant mood.
So I have stripped myself of the battle gear, for right now, because I know my daughter, love my daughter, but our battles our just beginning!