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.