Honestly, Blogowebz, I don’t know what to do with this child.
I love her. I do.
Sometimes, she makes it really, really difficult.
It’s the back-talk. The bad attitude.
She is Sassy McSassypants.
She told me a couple weeks ago she did not like school. Why? Because they have RULES!
So you can imagine how she feels about living HERE. What with all our pesky rules about changing your underwear every day and brushing your teeth and not pinching your brother and, you know, listening to your parents.
The other night I sent her to her room at 6:30 and told her she could come out – when she woke up the next morning.
There was lots of screaming and crying and carrying on. But she was awfully cute today when I came back from my run and found her snuggled in our bed.
“Can I come out now, Mommy?” she said.
The worst part, the absolute most awful truth, is that I know I’m failing as a parent. I mean, she’s a bright, funny, beautiful little girl – who is angry a lot.
And I don’t know how to make her kinder. More gentle.
I am sad. But I’m also determined.
Is there anything we try harder at than being a good parent?
Because there is nothing in this world more difficult.
Sports are supposed to be a good outlet for all the “energy,” right? So here’s the latest highlight from Sage. Unfortunately we don’t have on film the part where she pouted and yelled at us because we clapped when the other team scored.
One of her five goals Saturday.