My lovely Lu is growing up. She is now 11 years old and her body/mind is preparing her to become a teenager. I dread the teenage years. I know that her hormones are changing just by her personality swings. She hates school. Life is so unfair. I am so tired. Yada Yada Yada. The one that really gets me is when we are having a conversation and her mind/body is playing tricks on her. It is like she is dazed and confused during this time. Here is a conversation that we have had that made me want to scream. "Lu what do you want for dinner?" Silence on her end. "Lu what do you want for dinner?" This time the reply was "I don't know." "Any suggestions?", I asked. "I don't know." was the reply. "Well help me think of some thing.", I said. "I don't know." again was echoed. All the time, she has the look as though I asked her to recite to 100 digits the value of Pi. I finally say "Are you hungry?". You guessed it. "I don't know." was the reply. Now I am looking dazed and confused like she asked me to recite the value of Pi to 100 digits. I have lost all patience and say "What do you mean you don't know if you are hungry?". Now she is looking sadly at me like I am to blame for this mess we are in. I say "you have to know if you are hungry or not." Finally, she angrily picks a place and we eat dinner. I am not sure I can have conversations like this for 10 more years. She is mad, I am mad, we both are confused. Oh, the joys of raising a pre-teen girl. With all that and the fact that she is the more emotional one, the less logical one, the one that lives in the grey area (the area that confuses me the most) instead of black and white, as she would say I LOVE HER TO THE MOON AND BACK AND THAT IS A LONG WAY. She is something special, not just to me but to the world in general and I hope she always remembers it.
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CategoriesAuthorPracticing medical physicist trying to raise three kids in the south. |