Muses

Just when you think your parenting couldn’t get any worse . . . Something like this happens and #youtotallyredeemyourself

Tonight my 12 year old said some very 12-year-old things to me.

In front of a guest.

The kind of comments that you as a young woman knew that 12 year old girls made to their mothers.

Other mothers.

Certainly not you. For you would know how to raise a daughter. Hand-in-hand through toddler, grade school, tween to teen you two would skip.

Only until the perfect young man would ever so gently break the grip, the supernatural, mystic bond you had.

Evidently, being in my presence now bores and repulses this girl.

So when I was in the kitchen, late tonight amazingly not crying thanks to HRT, 

I heard a bumping around upstairs.

Now our daughter has moved her bedroom upstairs but she wasn’t sleeping there tonight because she and son’s visiting girl friend were painting the room.

What did I hear?

Incredulously it dawned on me that it was my 19 year old fresh home from college putting another paint of coat on his sister’s room.

Unasked. Unprompted. Unbelievable.

So when you think you life as mother is in the dumper something like this happens.

And you think . . .

Maybe there is hope after all.

           

           

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