Alternative Title -- I Regret Being Such a Bitch To My Mom
Today began like this:
My 16 year old daughter mad at me because I won't let her take MY iPad on her Mexican cruise she is leaving on in an hour. She storms through the house and on her way out, says to her brother, I hope I never come back!
Being the calm rational mom I am I go storming out, fling open the door, and yell "You ungrateful little bitch! I hope you have a good time on your trip." And then I slam the door hard enough that the windows rattle.
Yep, I went there.
Kid 4 is acting like a perfectly normal, age appropriate 16 year old girl.
And I'm not handling it very well.
Aside from her general ungrateful, bratty, roll-her-eyes at me attitude, she's a good kid. Straight A's in all honors classes, dances 5 nights/week, teaches dance 2 nights/week, not boy crazy, responsible and basically reliable kid.
Her teachers love her. Other parents love her.
I actually enjoy spending time with her.
Except when I want to just run after her, grab her long blonde pony tail and yank her onto the ground and pummel some sense in to her.
I do understand that at 16 years old, she is genetically designed to be a horrible human being. I do understand that at 48 years old I should have enough maturity, wisdom and parenting skills not to buy into her 16 year old behavior.
But apparently I don't.
It's almost like she turns me into a 16 year old bratty person too.
I'm mean really. She is leaving for a five-day cruise to Mexico over Fall Break with her friends. I will be home working. Her brothers and sister will be home bored all week because they don't get to go anywhere and I'll be at work.
Would "gee, thanks Mom" really kill her once in awhile?
She makes me feel like nothing I do, nothing I can give her, is ever good enough. She has brought me to tears more than a couple times.
I know we will eventually get through this. And one day she will look back and regret acting this way towards me. And one day I'll see this is nothing more than typical strife between teen daughters and their mothers.
But until that day, all I can do is try and remind myself that she is very much her mother's daughter.