Tuesday, September 3, 2013
This, my friends, makes my day:
We push each other's buttons. We make each other frustrated. We don't always HEAR what the other is saying.
It's not a new story. Moms and daughters have been doing this dance as long as there have been teenagers. Intellectually, I know that this is normal... it is all part of growing up and becoming an independent person separate from me and the rest of the family. Emotionally? Well... that's another story.
SO.... everyday I try to think of a way to make her smile. To hear that giggle or at least to avoid the dreaded eye-roll. I think twice before I say something I might regret, and I try to temper the tone of my voice so she realizes I'm just trying to make conversation, to learn about her life and her day, and not nag her about her laundry or her homework.
I want to enjoy these 12-year-old moments so that in the blink of an eye when she is off at college I'll know that I did my best.
And that's the best I can do.