It was Diva girl’s birthday last week. Eleven years old! What the hell? When did that happen?
Wasn’t I just changing diapers and wiping runny noses just yesterday?
Now I’m telling her to turn off her tablet or Nintendo whatchamacallit or to stop hitting her sister or…not to forget that I’m her mother not one of her friends.
Ugh…I’m saying stuff like that now. Her questions are answered with “because I said so…” and “I don’t need a reason…just do it” and quite a few ” don’t make me say it twice…”
I have become my mother.
But I realize that no matter how cool you may be, parenting can strip the cool factor right off you. Despite the laugh fests, shopping days or bike rides. Or the movie dates and tickle wars…at some point in your parenthood you will become that parent. The one that says ‘no’ or has to hand out the discipline or call them out in front of a friend because they’ve crossed a line…
You lose a couple of degrees in the popularity ranking. Its inevitable I guess.
We’re not even at the teen years yet…
Pass the wine please.