Nightmares
Now every parent I've ever spoken to gives advice (unsolicited or not). One of the common threads I've found is this: "They grow up too quickly. Enjoy this time when they are babies!" I am making every attempt to savor the time when Reagan just wants to sit and cuddle or roll around the floor and play with me, but I keep having nightmares that she's going to be 13 tomorrow and hate me (as is common with most pre-teen and teenage girls). I suppose it's because I read Firefly Lane, a wonderful book, that includes a detailed description of a mother dealing with her teen daughter and the massive fights they have. While I know it's inevitable that we'll have our fair share of arguments, I can't help but think (or hope) that somehow we'll be different. While I'm sure I was a terror to my own parents - or at least Jessica was - I keep thinking that maybe, just maybe we'll be able to escape such a destiny. Here's hoping anyway...
How could we possibly go from this...
to this?!
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