'Why does my hair only look good on a non-school day?' She lamented this weekend, whilst admiring herself in the vanity mirror (well named) on the passenger side sun shield.
Sometimes life's just so unfair, isn't it?!
She's at that age when mood swings can vary by the minute. I can be a very much loved Mummy one minute, or the worst person in the whole world the next, sometimes it's hard to keep up, or play the part, whichever is required at the time!
But no matter how bad it gets she never swears at me, nor I her. I had never really thought about it before, I mean I would not ever expect either of these things to happen. Yet she mentioned it one day, that she was glad we were not 'that sort of family'. I am glad too, glad we don't and glad she has noticed that what we all have is much too precious to treat with indifference.
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Tall Girl is lovely and she will end up being your very best friend! Like my daughter and me. Just hang in there.
I would hate to go through all that emotional stuff again. Wouldn't you?
Maggie X
Nuts in May
I suppose on balance a teenage girl who veers from one emotion to another is better than a teenage boy who just grunts and talks in monosyllables. At least there's some solid interaction going on there.
Yes Nick, I'm dreading Small Sprog just grunting instead of being so animated :-(
Tall Girl seems to be turning into a delightful young woman. Here's hoping the pattern continues!
Small Sprog — a different story, perhaps. I suspect, however, he will be able to do more than grunt — at least on occasion.
"The best solution to the problems of teenagers is about five years." ~ Anon. Hang in there, "Sub."
Sounds to me like she's a well balance4d young lady who has a bright future ahead of her and a lovely mother behind her.
The teenage years are so hard--I'm glad I don't have to go through them again, either myself or through my children's (especially the daughters) teens. Still, there are so many happy memories of that time--enjoy those moments while you can. Tall Girl knows that you are there for her, and that's the most important thing of all.
What a lovely daughter you have - looking forward to a semi-picture of small sprog next.
xx
A fine , young woman I enjoy knowing, despite the flack I receive :-) x
Hi my sweet.
I remember being that age, hair permanently greasy, uncomfortable in my own spotty skin, seeing other girls in my class get asked out by boys. Best friends turning into bitches.
That particular age really did go on forever.
Hope you are well xxxx
she looks a beauty, and how nice too!
I may have told you this before, but my daughter and I had many a battle, and many a laugh along the way.
Once, years later, she told me she hated me so much one day, she sprayed a whole atomiser of Chanel No 5, which was mine, out of the bathroom window!!
I wondered why it had disappeared so darn fast.
We are such good friends now, the seas were a wee bit rough for a time, but now I treasure every moment with her. A daughter is a gift.
I have two sons, who I also love dearl and equally, younger than her, but the old saying, "a son is a son, till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daugher till the end of your life".
Letty xx
I was always a bit of a worry as a teenager to my Mum, but deep down she knew I loved her to bits. She was my best friend, and I really miss her now she's gone.
PS. I'd love to see more photos on your blog. It's a lovely one of Tall Girl. x
It's a frightful age to stand alongside!
I remember saying to the children that they shouldn't be watching such'n'such television programme that had bad language in it. They looked at me pityingly: 'You should be in school for a bit, mum, you'll hear far worse there.'
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