Every time I mention how old M is turning, I just see blank faces with jaws dropping. This is that same little girl that had to drink ovaltine everyday, believed in Santa, the toothfairy and the Easter bunny,WANTED a baby sister, and listened to the Wiggles and Barney in the car. Back then I knew everything she wanted to know and her daddy could fix anything broken. Something happenend overnight or maybe it was a holiday weekend, but she grew up. M woke up one morning and suddenly craved a latte from Starbucks. When we go to a restaurant she gives me the "eye" if the hostess asks if I need 3 children's menus. She's taller than my mom and I'm sure she will pass me this year. Instead of fighting over toys, she now fights with her siblings about the bathroom or who touched her mp3 player or who put soap on her retainer. Her dad and I are trying to cope with all these changes. I hate that she is starting to see me as NOT the smartest person she knows. I've had to get really creative with helping her with the drama of 6th grade. I think I still have a chance, however Daddy isn't so sure of his "repairing" skills. Seeing his little girl in tears can still break him up a bit. I pity the day boys enter the scene. I have a feeling my husband will be taking Anger Managment classes to avoid strangling the boys that break her heart. We've got time, right?
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you're amazing parents! You're all so lucky to have each other.
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