I love my children. I want them to be happy. I want them to get good grades, have friends, be active, be successful. I want them to be kind and respectful and responsible. I give them lots of attention, love, and support. I’ve read the parenting books. I’m involved. I’m concerned. I want them to have a good life.
I also want them to get up, take a shower, put on clothes, brush their own hair, make their own beds, pack their own lunches, eat their breakfasts, put their homework in their backpacks, and be ready to walk out the door by 7:50 am Monday through Friday. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is.
I understand a little grumpiness in the morning. We can’t all be morning people. But what do you do with a 9 year old girl who, when you tell her to stop dragging her feet, goes even slower than before? Who, when sent to her room to get dressed after her shower, hangs out in a damp towel for 20 minutes? Who takes 15 minutes to simply put on her shoes? Who can’t be bothered to put a bite of food into her mouth until it’s time to walk out the door, then complains she didn’t have time to eat? Who, when you tell her that you’ll have to rethink the playdate she was looking forward to if she can’t pick up the pace, turns and yells, “I hate you, Mom!”?
What, parents, do you do about that? If you’re not a parent, please reserve judgment- no offense, but until you’ve been there, it’s not possible to know what it feels like. And I’m quite sure your future little darling will never do this to you because you will be an amazing parent, right? Yeah, I remember thinking that too, pre-kids.
The playdate is history, and she’s lost tv privileges for the rest of the week. She apologized after I asked her to (it bugged me that I had to ask!), but my feelings are hurt. I know, I need to suck it up and not take it personally, but still..
Where did my sweet baby go? And the teen years are coming (I’m terrified). Help.