My oldest daughter and I seem to be butting heads lately. It isn’t a major issue between us, thankfully, but rather several small things (usually misunderstandings) that sneak in to our days and take root so that over the course of a day we’ve gone from a pleasant “good morning” and happy chatting over breakfast to a tearful “good night” after a day of bruised feelings.
When we are getting along, it is pretty fantastic! She’s really a cool kid to hang out with. I’m blessed as a parent, and I don’t forget that, even on those days when it seems like all we do is run over each others hearts.
Some of it is her, these prickly in-between years and all the changes and challenges that they bring.
Some of it is me, forgetting how to speak her language, forgetting that even big kids are still kids.