Tuesday, August 25, 2009

WHAT?

I get the feeling that many blogs this year will revolve around middle school drama... at least for 2 of the 3 chix.

Do you remember when you first shaved your legs? Of course you do! What I don't remember is thinking it was the greatest moment of my short life. Well, my 11 year old was as giddy as I have ever seen her, smiling from ear to ear. She walked around for 2 days saying, "Feel my legs, aren't they smooth?"

However, the best part was the 3rd day when they were nasty and prickly. You would think it would send her mood down from the high she had been on, but No! She was so excited to do the process all over again.

Wonders never cease with hormonal preteens... she hates her wardrobe, shoes, hair, basically her life, but shaving makes her giddy and beside herself for days. Could someone please explain this to me because I have a headache. I think it may last for several years! HELP!

~A

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Mom of a Middle School Girl

YIKES! That seems like the most honest way to start this blog! There are all these thoughts, and opinions, and Clean & Clear skin treatment, and attitudes, and entitlement, and giddy laughter, and silliness, and hormones running rampant in our home. I've read a book this summer by Vicki Courtney called "5 Conversations you MUST have with your daughter"...and I find it baffling that none of these conversations are the ones I've been having with my new 6th grader this summer! My conversations have been: 1- I don't care if it's not yours, pick it up and put it away. 2- If you don't like your teeth, don't take care of them...they'll go away. 3 - No, not just one more second...right NOW! 4 - You'll get your own cell phone whenever you're in a position that you'll need your own cell phone. 5 - If you've got a bunch of crap shoved under your bed, your rooms not clean. And a bonus conversation entitled...IT's NOT ALL ABOUT YOU! Publishable material...probably not! But at the end of the day, she still wants me to lay down with her to say prayers...wakes me up when she's had a bad dream...cries when she knows she's disappointed me and writes me letters of apologies to make sure everything is okay between us. She hugs me fiercely...tells me she loves me...and is in love with Jesus. I guess all of our other conversations become less and less important.

~J