My summer hiatus was more that just a hiatus it seems. Sorry about that!
The tantrums have some what subsided and I am not sure why and have decided that it must be the calm before the storm. I feel sure Hurricane Ten Year Old will arrive as a category 5!
I don’t even have a tantrum to talk about today. I do, however, have the dread of her growing older. I realized this over the Thanksgiving vacation while peeking at her Christmas list. It read:
- IPhone Six, with case
- an MP3 player
- a bikini
- lip balm
- a laptop
- pink earbuds
- hand sanitizer
What I realized is that my ten year old, deep down, just really wants to be an actual teenager for Christmas. Not only can I NOT give her that, but I wouldn’t want to. It’s funny how, when your child is very small, you look forward to a slightly more independent little person because you’re so damn tired all the time.
All you want is for this little infant to be able to tie her shoes, pour her own cereal and help you out! Then it happens. Soon, even more happens. You’re talking about menstrual cycles, buying tween size sanitary products, and listening to talk about wanting to be a YouTube sensation.
You’re setting parental controls on the computer, reminding them about internet privacy, and you just want it all to slow down! You want to replace the desire for electronics for blocks and puzzles.
I want my infant girl back because the time really did go by too fast, and I’m not ready the tantrums that will come when the hurricane arrives.