Rules from a Seven year old!
In case you thought our oldest isn't funny; she's good for a chuckle or two as well as her sister. When she was seven years old she kept a journal, and it truly was a journal because she was more than willing to let Mom read it; in fact, she would bring it to me to see what she'd written and what she'd drawn. I chuckled at this and I didn't really think too much about this until she went a few days without bringing it to me. At first I thought that maybe the newness had worn off and she wasn't actually using the journal anymore. Then I thought...hmmm...or maybe she is wanting to keep something to herself because her journal went from journal to diary. So there I am cleaning her room - AGAIN - because she just couldn't seem to figure out the whole room cleaning thing at age 7 (go in her room now and she's a super neat freak). As I'm cleaning her room, her journal/diary is lying on her nightstand open, so I checked out her latest drawings - then I flipped the page and found this:
"Rule for Life #800: If Dad promises that you can watch a movie or play, your mom will make you take a nap first before you can watch a movie or play."
I chuckled at this and then thought, hey wait a minute...when did this happen? Did Dad and I actually fall on the opposite sides of a decision and not even know it. I mean we try really hard to stay on the same page, and we've tried really hard to not let the girls manipulate us against each other. And we've done pretty well, cause our girls are not so great at being super slick at hiding stuff, I mean they try to hide stuff from us, but they haven't figured out how to do it successfully yet. Yet! We are fully aware that someday, they will stop fighting each other and instead will start working together and when that happens - we're toast. I might as well order the pretty white jackets that let us hug ourselves, because when they start working as a Team, their Dad and I are going to need them!
So somewhere in her mind our ten year old has a list of 799 other rules that I can only guess about. I'm thinking that I'm going to be learning them as we go along. Here's hoping that they come at me in small bits and pieces - otherwise, I'm going to be spending the next few years trying to hide the deer in the headlights look that I get every time she throws something new at me. Raising girls isn't for the faint of heart... :-)
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