- They are all laughing at me.... My parents, probably my sisters basically anyone who knew me as a child.
My middle daughter is terrible, she's adorable i will give you that and her voice is not as gratting as mine was im sure but she is basically me as a child.
As a child I was horrid. I was super loving, but I was a tyrant. Rebelled against any order. Apparently my voice could be heard within a twelve mile radius when i was upset. I did destructive things all the time especially if my parents told me not too. here i will list a few examples so you can get an idea of how terrible i was:
As a child 6 and under
- I would peel the wall paper off my walls on purpose immediately after told and threatened not too.
- I would wake up and pee the bed, gross i know but as a child i didnt seem to mind lying in my own urine.
- to get back at my parents during time outs, i would climb under my bed and have a nice little pee.
- I hit, screamed, and tortured anyone in my way
- And i chronically whined.... And i would persistently ask for what I wanted.... Im sure this was the worst
So as a child and more so as an adolescent my parents would joke wth me and tell others basically what goes around comes around and I would get what i gave.
So when I had my first daughter and she was an angel. Even at six when she comes home with the super terrible i know everything six year old attitude she is not hard to get through too. When i give her a consequence she just pouts.
I had thought my parents were wrong though. My first daughter was an angel and my second baby smiled all the time.
Even at 9 months when my quiet smiling baby started yelling at me i didnt see the resembalance to me. Because from 18 months to two and half she went back to being sweet and kind and loving. Slowly though i see me in her and I fear for my sanity.
For example they coloured on my walls. I mean they coloured murals on like eight walls. Im going to figure out how to add pictures and give you all a laugh!
I made them wash them off. I was terribly stern I was a terribly mean mommy. Bria seemed to learn her lesson. She has coloured on the walls since but she has kept them small and hidden.... Mia punished me almost immediately for the wall incident and my harshness. She coloured my brand new chaise with marker....
Now when I say she is me.... its her reasoning skills and negotiating persistence that reminds me of me. It is exhausting. And funny. when she is naughty and she often is, she says things that I remember saying and I can see her train of thought like it is my own. The fact that she is so like me makes parenting her impossible... well almost. I cannot keep a straight face in the midst of one her episodes.
Panic Often sets in when i look at my gorgeous clever trouble maker and i think of my life as a teen..... and this is what my parents threatened me with.....