Some days I wonder if my daughter will live until she is 10. Not because she is sick, not because I am afraid that she might get hurt but because her attitude is getting the best of her.
She is SO much like me I can almost envision what her life is going to bring. Sadly, I would like to spare her some of the tragic parts but clearly that is not going to happen (unless she learns quickly that I know what I am talking about, which is highly unlikely!!)
She knows it all and doesn't hesitate to let us know that. We are quickly learning how little we, her loving parents, know.
She has always been independant, which I think is a good thing, and while she has moaned and complained about whatever task that we ask her to do that does not meet with her approval, the presentation of that has been general disapproval. Lately, she is become more focused in her expressions.
Yesterday I was told "just don't talk to me" as she huffed by me. A couple days before, her dad was told "I was just doing what you told me to", as she stomped up the stairs.
I am thankful that she eventually comes to her senses and apologizes.. but I fear that this will start to fade as she ages. I know that this is just the beginning of much more fun to come. Teenage angst, heartbreaks, more independance...oh man, I can't wait...NOT!
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