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!
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Teenage years are hard!
I was having a conversation with a friend last night where we were chatting about how our young children change so fast. One moment they love "this" favorite food, then the next moment they hate it. One moment they're playing nicely with friends, the next moment they're clubbing their playmates. I'm worried about when they become teens and just-pre-teens. Ack! It's a good thing kids are 3 first, then 6, then 10 before they race us to become hormonal-driven teens. I wish you luck. And when my first daughter becomes 12/13-ish, I'm calling you for advice.
I'm so happy to hear this! We will keep praying for you, which is pretty much all we can do. We love you (all). (The good, the bad and the... was it fugly?)
Oh, maybe she can come and hang out with Piper! We're going through this already :) Yay for me!
Yeah, she's said it before, but this time she's blaming the new hubby as part of it, I think that's what hit hard. We have a camera! But no time yet at home, I gotta figure out how to set it up, I think we're going to wait until after the move.
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