I have this little kernel of dread in my heart that soon enough my sweet, loving almost 6-year-old son who routinely tells me how much he loves me ("I love you more than Super Mario, Mom. I love you so much I could cry.") will be a smelly, moody tween/teen.
But, I also have a kernel of hope because there has been minimal friction through puberty with my 16-year-old daughter. I know they're different, but I'm ever hopeful. Not sure I'm prepared for him to break my heart while she's away at college. Maybe I'll just get really in to yoga during that season, right?
OMG this is so timely for me. My eleven-year-old will FIGHT TO THE DEATH on any topic, as long as she is on the opposite side of me. At first I would try to be right, but now I just let it go.
I have this little kernel of dread in my heart that soon enough my sweet, loving almost 6-year-old son who routinely tells me how much he loves me ("I love you more than Super Mario, Mom. I love you so much I could cry.") will be a smelly, moody tween/teen.
But, I also have a kernel of hope because there has been minimal friction through puberty with my 16-year-old daughter. I know they're different, but I'm ever hopeful. Not sure I'm prepared for him to break my heart while she's away at college. Maybe I'll just get really in to yoga during that season, right?
OMG this is so timely for me. My eleven-year-old will FIGHT TO THE DEATH on any topic, as long as she is on the opposite side of me. At first I would try to be right, but now I just let it go.