Time to cool off is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?
My daughter is fourteen years old. We have homeschooled since she was eight – and I taught her to be independent, to think for herself. To do what she thinks is right.
This causes us to butt heads more than I would like. A LOT more.
She is, however, an awesome person, and I’m glad that I’m here with her as she grows up. And as much as it chaps my rear (I hate arguing, I really do) I have to not only respect that she’s growing up, but I have to stand back and watch as she flaps her wings. I’m also reminded of the things I used to say to my own mother. You know I’m cranky here and now, can you imagine what I was like at 14??!!?? Here’s a hint: I used to sing this song to My Mommy
I don’t need you to worry for me cause I’m alright
I don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come home
I don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life, and leave me alone
Yeah, g’head and laugh. I am.