I guess it all started when I was very young, giving my mom grief about something and she said, "I hope you have a daughter just like you one day..." to which I indignantly (and stupidly) replied, "Me too!".Little did I know. I now have a blonde-haired, blue-eyed cutie overflowing with sass and 'tude. Now I'm not saying I was a cutie, but the other description...wellllllll...... .
Mercy...Belle is a handful. I'm hoping (praying on my knees, more like it) that it is this time in her life when she gives me the most trouble. And really, I guess what our biggest issue is about right now isn't really that huge, but it ticks me off to no end.
She will not quit moving, using, touching, playing with, you name it...my stuff. I'm talking make-up, perfume, room spray, yoga ball, tape, glue, paper...everything. She has a room full of stuff to play with that any girl should love and what does she do? Mess with my stuff. I swear she's doing it just to push my buttons. Kind of like she does with Ben. Hmmmmm...I'm just realizing this as I type. Could it be she wants my attention? Yep...that "Mom-of-the-Year" certificate should arrive any day now. See? Blogging is a form of my therapy.
I digress...Some of it I don't mind. But when she gets into a new bottle of my new favorite scent of lotion from Bath and Body Works and some fabric refresher spray they just came out with and is fantastic and literally sprays it all over everything, including herself, I have issue, people.
Today, I took her Pink Puppy from her (yes, her precious pink puppy) to prove a point. Will it help? Probably not.
As I've said before to many a friend, I will not break so she's gonna have to. I will not give in, so she will have to. And to all my friends out there laughing right now saying, "Oh yeah...the apple doesn't fall far..." I reply, "Work with me, not against me.".
I actually went to my sweet friend Kristen one time to ask her advice because she has a pre-teen girl, I totally respect her as a mom and she said, "You know what...I'm just going to pray for you right now. Wait until she starts slamming doors and telling you how awful you are." Gulp. If an awesome mom like her is having 'issues'...what am I in for? I should note, I LOVE her daughter and have never, ever seen that side of her. They save it for us, don't they?
Insert Prayer Here: Please let Belle break soon, God. Just a little? We both need some respite.
And even in all this, I'm extremely blessed to have her and will surely look back on this and laugh one day. She is also my ray of sunshine in days when I desperately need it and she totally cracks me up with her "wanna-be-grown-up" personality and "dance with me, Mommy!" invitations. All-in-all...I wouldn't change a thing. (Except her touching my stuff...of course).
Your mom does love you with all her heart, my Belle. I hope you thank me one day for not being the one who breaks...because I ain't gonna!
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