I am typingwritingtypingworking when the middle-school hurricane comes in and starts talking before she ever takes a breath.
“So, I was having a fight with XXXXX, and I said, ‘this is not all about you.’ “
“And XXXXX said, ‘yes, it is. It is ALWAYS all about me.’ “
“And I said ‘listen, I don’t care who you are, nothing is ever all about you. EVER. Faster you learn that, the happier you’ll be.’ “
Then, just like that, she blows out of the kitchen and into her room.
And I think, just for a moment, ”perhaps I am not sucking quite so bad at this parenting thing as I fear.”
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I coulda told you that. First hand.
Where is the “like” button?
Of course, you’re not!
I’m so glad I only have one girl. The things we go through and the tough lessons that get learned. Kudos to your daughter for letting her “friend” know what’s what!
~ingrid
I’m proud of her and I don’t even know her!
=D I agree with Bridget! Well done postalmama, well done.