February 26, 2014
In the 21 years that I have been a mother, this week was the
first time that a child said to me, “You’re crushing my dreams!” What was so astonishing was that it
came out of the mouth of my eleven year old baby girl who has always been so
adorably sweet and kind. She
hasn’t exhibited anything but warm affection prior to her preteen developing
body. I’ll explain the situation in a minute, but it was unfortunately a “Dan
in real Life” moment where I just couldn’t help myself and I laughed. In the
movie, a 13-year-old daughter accuses her conscientious father of being a
“Murderer of Love” for not allowing her to date. And then the next moment was like “You’ve got mail,” where
Camy instantly had regret for saying what popped into her mouth. Sigh! I think we both have been feeling stress in our lives
lately. She put a tender note on
my pillow that tells me she’s sorry and that she knows I’m the one person that
cares about her dreams more than anyone else. She concluded by maturely asking me that we both try to
forget that it happened because she believes “it will be the best for both of
us.”
Why does this make me smile? I have no idea, but her frustration with me was because I
told her we needed to go to piano lessons 15 minutes earlier than normal at her
teacher’s request because she picked up another student following us. (Never mind the fact that we are her
only free student and I do household chore items for her while I’m there.) Camarie started a dance class with her
best friend, right after piano and it makes for a long Tuesday. Camy had asked to not go to piano and I
told her that she committed to piano first and that if anything changed, it
would be the dance class since she is only taking it to feel comfortable trying
out for Junior high drill team next month. Not my best mothering moment. Even though I agree that we
should both try to forget the accusation, it was a reminder to me that although
I have been so blessed with GOOD children, they are still tender saplings. To
be a GOOD mother, I can’t get lazy with my last child and not let her voice her
feelings so she can make good choices, which in my experience she always
does. In essence, I’ve been
confronted with middle age- motherits (I just made that up). The treatment:
hugs, kisses and chocolate chip cookies!