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Apparently, I’m the meanest mom in the world

So once again my parenting was challenged. By my daughter of course! Who else?

I’m sharing this since I need to blurt out my frustrations without screaming at her. So I get to rant at you readers. Yay for blogs!

Remember when I wrote my post (mom of the year…) about being a parent first and a friend second? Yesterday Emma challenged this for me- again.

It’s Friday and she wants to go out late with her friends. She’s 11- she doesn’t need to be at an ice rink at 9:30 to 11pm with a bunch of friends and no parent along. Yes, I could have gone with her. But I had plans and wasn’t home. And James is so NOT going to drag his butt to an ice rink on Friday night!

There were tears and accusations (by her, not me this time) and I could tell she really, truly wanted me to cave. Duh.

BUT here’s where I’m proud of myself for- I stayed calm, used my words (as grown ups should) and gave her the space to sulk. By an hour later, she didn’t bring it up, her tears were dried, and she was eating fettucini on the couch watching a movie with Owen.

I did remind her how cool I am for letting her join me next week at the midnight Breaking Dawn premiere (on a school night people!). She didn’t say much to that- how could she? I’m the coolest mom ever! Well, okay, but you know what I mean….

So I went on with my evening, with a peace in my heart that Emma was safe and sound at home, in her bed, where she belongs.

I will enjoy this feeling for as long as I can. Translation- until next week when I do this all over again!

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Comments

  1. Melinda says:

    Georgia tried that with me all year. Stay strong, there is no reason for 11 year olds to go to that ice rink that late on a Friday. Luckily, Geoegia has soccer most Saturday mornings at 8, so this year she hasn’t asked:)
    You are the mother of the year….for so many reasons!

  2. Dee Brecke says:

    What always helped me with Guinevere was not to say “no” but to give her an idea of when I though she would be ready. For example, “Friday nights at Castle Ice are ‘teen nights’ so I will revisit the idea of you going after you become an official ‘teen.’” That way, she knew how I felt about it and knew not to bring it up again until after her 13th birthday.

    I heard somewhere that if your teenager doesn’t hate you, you’re probably doing it wrong…

    You are an amazing mother. Keep up the good work.