Yesterday, the tween had a sore throat and a cold. It's so funny how when we are sick, it's the comfort things we seek. I still remember being sick and my Granny "doctoring" me. I still want tomato soup and Pepsi when I'm sick.
Seems like in tween world, when ill, gone are the rolling eyes and all that goes with it and they want Mama. I had the pleasure of a tween all curled up in my lap last night, watching Dancing With the Stars. Funny part of it is, she's almost as tall as I am!!! But it's those moments that I cherish now, because they are far between and won't last much longer.
AND....it's carrying over into this evening. Quiet, no stormy emotions, instead, we are flipping through the American Girl catalog. Please God, let me eek out another year of this sweetness before it's all eyeshadow and boys that matter. :)
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
WOW. The scene setting for today: I made her a nice breakfast since she has the sniffles, then got her an ice cream cone on a trip out. We came home and I made a fire to make the sniffly tween nice and toasty. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory on TV (which is like fingernails on a chalkboard to the Mommy), with the promise of a Nightmare Before Christmas coming on next and yes, she can watch it since I'm working on a website.
StupidKat is lounging with her for a change and not hidden out in some closet where she can not be found by the tween. It appears as if they are BOTH in a good mood today.
WRONG!!!!!!!
Today, I am wearing the perplexed, confused look of someone who got in trouble for answering a question. Or should I say, asking a question in attempt to answer one? Bet I won't do that again today.
G: Mommy, do people put yellow squash in fruit salad?
Me: No, when did you have fruit salad? (I'm not a fruit salad person per say)
G: It wasn't pineapple, so I don't know what it was
Me: Well, where did you have fruit salad? Maybe I can figure it out. Was it at school?
G: STOP ASKING ME SO MANY QUESTIONS. I DON'T WANT TO ANSWER QUESTIONS. CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHERE I HAD FRUIT SALAD.
Me: (in my head, back away silently, out of the room, while she is distracted by Wonka and RUN FOR YOUR LIFE)
Lesson learned today for all parents of tweens, never and I mean NEVER attempt to answer questions about yellow squash.
StupidKat is lounging with her for a change and not hidden out in some closet where she can not be found by the tween. It appears as if they are BOTH in a good mood today.
WRONG!!!!!!!
Today, I am wearing the perplexed, confused look of someone who got in trouble for answering a question. Or should I say, asking a question in attempt to answer one? Bet I won't do that again today.
G: Mommy, do people put yellow squash in fruit salad?
Me: No, when did you have fruit salad? (I'm not a fruit salad person per say)
G: It wasn't pineapple, so I don't know what it was
Me: Well, where did you have fruit salad? Maybe I can figure it out. Was it at school?
G: STOP ASKING ME SO MANY QUESTIONS. I DON'T WANT TO ANSWER QUESTIONS. CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHERE I HAD FRUIT SALAD.
Me: (in my head, back away silently, out of the room, while she is distracted by Wonka and RUN FOR YOUR LIFE)
Lesson learned today for all parents of tweens, never and I mean NEVER attempt to answer questions about yellow squash.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Tempestuous. What a perfect word to describe what I witness daily. The mysterious Tween. The word tempestuous is defined as meaning strong, turbulant, conflicting emotion, wild, stormy.
This isn't the first time I've raised a child and I'm not sure if it's the times we live in or the fact that I'm older, but I view this time in the life of a child more so with amazement, confusion, mild irriation and a lot of humor, then ever before.
There are some days, as I watch the range of emotions from this sweet child I bore, alternate between playing with her dolls one minute, to leaving me wonder if I need to dial 1-800-dial-a-tween-exorcist the next, it's no wonder she needs more sleep and food than any 12 toddlers I know.
Thank God for the strong backbone of the Mother, because even though I know I am the most loved person in the life of this emotional tween, I am also on occasion the most exasperating, most hated and obvioulsy the least intellegent being on the face of the earth, or that's what the eye rolling tells me.
Today, is a good quiet day full of Barbie play, non stop eating and scary movies. These days do outweigh the days of emotional turbulance she has no clue yet what to do with, so I cherish these because before too long, playing with dolls will be a thing of the past as well as sharing some popcorn, snuggling and being scared silly while watching a movie with Mommy.
This isn't the first time I've raised a child and I'm not sure if it's the times we live in or the fact that I'm older, but I view this time in the life of a child more so with amazement, confusion, mild irriation and a lot of humor, then ever before.
There are some days, as I watch the range of emotions from this sweet child I bore, alternate between playing with her dolls one minute, to leaving me wonder if I need to dial 1-800-dial-a-tween-exorcist the next, it's no wonder she needs more sleep and food than any 12 toddlers I know.
Thank God for the strong backbone of the Mother, because even though I know I am the most loved person in the life of this emotional tween, I am also on occasion the most exasperating, most hated and obvioulsy the least intellegent being on the face of the earth, or that's what the eye rolling tells me.
Today, is a good quiet day full of Barbie play, non stop eating and scary movies. These days do outweigh the days of emotional turbulance she has no clue yet what to do with, so I cherish these because before too long, playing with dolls will be a thing of the past as well as sharing some popcorn, snuggling and being scared silly while watching a movie with Mommy.
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