Dear hormonally charged, apathetic, roller coaster emotioned daughter,
Every time you roll your eyes at me, I picture them rolling onto the floor like bouncy balls, and yet, they are still staring at me….rolling..rolling..rolling….
When you yell at me irrationally it takes everything in me to not yell back irrationally.
Your constant need to have the last word brings me to exhaustion.
Your feeling of being right (and bossy) about everything forces me to let you try your own way and see the consequences of the mistake.
Your high pitched voice and dripping whiny talk brings me back to your toddler days. At the time I thought that phase, once ended would be forever gone, never to return: yet here it is again.
I know you think my ideas are lame but they come from experience.
Discipline and punishment sucks to give out as much (if not worse) than receiving it.( And its even worse when you’re cute!)
Your irresponsibility frustrates me, especially when you tell me you need Kung Pao Chicken at 8.m. the day your group project is due. You will have to learn that I will not bail you out every time you forget something you needed and suffer the consequences of not being prepared.
We aren’t good friends now, but hopefully by the time you’re 18(or before?!), we will be.
When you flop onto my bed in the early morning hours I hesitate and let you speak first, wondering what the mood of the day will be.
The kiss and hug goodnight makes me feel like maybe I’m not a screw up mom after all.
Most of all, I want you to know that regardless of bad days, as I first held you in my arms I knew there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.
As you grew, I was in awe of the person you were becoming. I loved seeing your dad and I within your personality but also noticing you become your own person with unique traits God blessed you with. Please know that we are doing the best that we can with what we know. And we pray daily that we aren’t making enormous parenting mistakes.
Last but not least, even though you make me crazy, I love you.