Miss independent is who my second oldest daughter is. She is or has been pretty much since she started to talk! All her life she had her own style, her own opinion, and her very own 'everything'. Of course she is the one who caused so much misery on our plane ride to France and the bike ride to Sens. In fact there is a great story I cannot wait to tell about an incident in Paris with her.
Anyway, my screamer. A friend of ours, T, used to say she reminded him of Janis Joplin. Raspy voice and loud. She has always had a very loud voice except of course when we are in the vehicle and are trying to talk to her. Then she speaks like a mouse. But if she is being disciplined you can bet that she will try to out talk you with sheer volumn! She's great at it.
Today she received a replacement cell phone. Talk about the world stopping around her while she played with that thing most of the day. Texting, pictures, forwards. Before this phone she had a 'MAGENTA' phone. Never failed, if we called it the 'razor' she would correct us. Well, the 'hip' Magenta phone was all it was cracked up to be and has caused her many problems. So somehow, she managed to get a replacement.
Now, when I say replacement wouldn't you think that she would get the identical phone??? Well, not her. Somehow, some way she now is the proud owner of a slide phone. MP3 player and all sorts of other perks that the 'magenta' phone didn't have. Will she let any one of us touch it? Well, perhaps Pat and me but her siblings??? Don't even go there, THAT IS HER PHONE!!!
LOL, yes, she is very protective of her things. And she is a very proud person. I used to worry about her because, well, for as long as she has been in school she has been an A+ student and still is to this day. Mine and Pat's expectations of her are far less than she has for herself.
However, throughout all these school years, she was a very quiet, mousey kid. Didn't have friends, held her emotions inside, and was always angry. I thought for sure that she would be one in which we would have to watch. I even asked her doc if she was ok.
In the end, yes, I was able to spend about 2 hours pummeling her with questions until she talked and let out whatever was on her mind and man, did she have a lot to spill, all through tears, anger and frustration. Since that time, she has slowly come out of her shell and has blossomed into quite a great little woman.
Her and I are very close and we share a lot as are her older sister and myself but in a different way. I often times think that I cross that fine line of mother vs. friend but try to keep it in check.
I don't ever want to be more of a friend to my kids but there are those times that its fun to just be once in awhile.
For this daughter, she is now one who laughs easily and who is EXTREMELY moody. Only I can tame her moods for the most part ( she is a lot like Pat actually ) but there are those days where I just don't have the patience for it, at which point her and I go at it and what a fight it is. In the end, we usually tell eachother we're sorry and discuss things but ultimately, when my day is bad and hers is, it's like fire and ice....stay away from here.
Funny, writing about my kids really makes me see the various traits that have come from both Pat and I yet they have developed into totally different people. No matter how much I would like to believe that one or the other is like me or Pat, there is no escaping that they are only like themselves. Although, I am aware of this already as I am my own separate person but to see it growing before my eyes just puts a whole new perspective on things.
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