Blame it on the hormone laced milk, Miley Cyus, or even bad parenting ( I never claim to know it all); tweenragers are here and they are living under my roof. Ten years ago I gave birth to two beautiful girls, Twins! I watched them grow, laugh, and learn with a smile in my heart. I even survived the terrible twos (I actually thought the threes were worse). Now, however, I find I have entered a dangerous zone. A place that no one understands (according to my very own twin experts), a place where I am THE most embarrassing person. I am the uninformed, I am no longer considered all knowing. I am...MEAN.
I do understand that many parents are well entrenched in this behavior already, I expected it. I have had the "chuckle" with many about when my girls become teens. BUT THEY ARE NOT TEENS YET! How have I landed in this in between horror? Not yet teens, no longer little girls. Last week Hannah hissed at me, this week she growled. Am I feeding her too much meat?
Lately I have been sharing my angst through tiny posts on facebook. I find this to be therapeutic and fun at the same time, thus a blog is born. I end this post with some great words of wisdom from the great Jimmy Buffet "If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane"
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