Well. I would love to tell you all that I have not complained. And, perhaps, I could tell you exactly that if it weren’t for a six year old who makes Carrie Bradshaw’s wardrobe choices look ordinary. It’s really not the fact that she wanted to wear her green and blue striped shirt with the hood under her blue and black shirt with a peace sign under her gray and pink shirt she wore the day before. Really, it’s not. Okay, well, the repeat of the day before shirt did get to me a little. But, it was the time it took her to put this envious fashion statement together.
Coupled with the fact that she completely ignored my instruction to brush her hair, her teeth, and put on socks and shoes.
Because, no momma wants her children to be late for school. Otherwise, she will have to park her car, and walk into the school. With her disheveled hair. And, scary, pasty face. And, faded yoga pants that have never seen a day of yoga.
So, can I be really transparent here without judgment? K. Thanks.
I always feel like parenting my boys is easy. While, Anna seems to push every single button on my 5 foot 3 body. I overuse phrases like “she wears me out.” I find it easy to acknowledge how incredibly bright she is, but I find it difficult to appreciate the things that make her different.
And, for this? I’m disappointed in myself as a mother. I’m reminded of that mirror again. So, I ask myself, “What is it in me makes me respond to my daughter the way I do?”
Do I feel that I lose some sort of control when she chooses differently from me?
Do I feel that I will look like a bad mother if she says something that I would never say to another person?
What is it in me? What is keeping me from embracing her whole self?
So, it’s back to the mirror I go.
I only have one daughter. And, I love her with everything inside of me. Does she feel that love? I was wondering this very thing Monday night, so I took advantage of the Five Love Languages assessment for children.
Anna’s primary love language? Quality time with physical touch coming in at a close second. I’m sure Anna loves to hear me tell her how brilliant I think she is. But, it seems, she needs my time and my touch more than anything else. This is how she receives love best.
Dusty Takle needs to simmer down. Look into the mirror. And, then give her daughter what she needs from her.
I need to give her what she needs now, so she will come to me later.
And, look at the sheer fun this girl brings to the table.
Besides, I’ve heard stories of a little girl who also challenged her mother about, well, about everything. She grew up and married a pilot and had three children of her own.
Y’all do me a favor and remind me of this post tomorrow morning when we are getting ready for school. And, my apologies to the neighbors for what they may or may not have heard yesterday morning.