Everyone keeps telling us that having three girls so close in age is going to be h-e-double hockey sticks when they become teenagers. The fights about "borrowing" clothes, who stole who's date, who gets more bathroom time, and so on are not going to be fun. I however don't think its going to be that bad. I have some really good girls who have learned how to share and coincide in really tight quarters...all four of them still sleep in the same room on weekends. I know that it won't be a bowl of cherries but I don't think it will be all that bad. I know it won't be bad for one main reason. We are already going through some of the teenage drama. The girls are all in the awkward stage that happens before the teenage stage. The stage kids hit when they are 9, 10,11, and 12. The Tween stage (because they are be
tween a little kid and a teen.) I thought this stage was hard because we could never figure out what to get them for birthdays and Christmas (they're too old for Princess toys but too young for make-up.) But I was wrong. This stage is hard because they are starting the hormone change and their emotions have started on the roller coaster ride they will be on for the next 10 years. Their interests go back and forth from listening to cool songs on the radio while chatting with friends on the phone to playing hide-and-seek with mom and dad. What
you thought they liked
they think was soooo yesterday, but then again its what they will want tomorrow. I never know which emotion to expect from one minute to the next, or from which tween child its going to come from. I guess this is just a taste of what's in store for when the real thing happens and it's not that bad...on most days.
Anyway, I just couldn't believe what happened last week. I was caught off guard and had to remember that my little girls are getting closer to becoming young women every day.
Elizabeth was in the bathroom (unusually long) with the door cracked open so I thought I would go in and see if there was something she needed help with (you know...playing the part of the nosey mother.) As soon as my hand touched the door she slammed it shut as quick as she could. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "nothing". I asked her what she was doing..."nothing". I asked her if I could come in..."NO!" My interest is piqued now. When a girl says that nothing is wrong that usually means that there is definitely something wrong. I ought to know since I am the Queen of "nothings wrong". I finally get her to let me in the bathroom and she has one hand to her forehead and the other is quickly trying to clean up my make-up. She said that she had accidentally spilled my make-up and was trying to clean it up. Okay, no big deal. I help her clean it up. The whole time though she won't take her hand off her forehead. I ask her if she has a headache..."no". Why won't you take your hand off your head?..."because". (This is going nowhere.) Elizabeth, let me see your forehead. She moved her hand away and I noticed that her beautiful eyebrow (she really has the most beautiful eyebrows) was almost gone. It took a few seconds before I realized what she had done and then it took everything I had in me not to laugh. She had her new Disney magazine in front of her opened to the page where there were pictures of her four favorite characters with a list of what she needed to do to look just like them. I really didn't think that she was that preoccupied with her looks that she would take that page seriously. She was in there with a pair of scissors trying to give herself some bangs so that she could look just like one of them. She had only cut a tiny amount of bangs before she realized that she had taken off half of her eyebrow. She wasn't sure what to do but she was certain that she was going to be in BIG trouble. I just looked at her and smiled. I told her that I would be happy to help her cut her hair. She was relieved. I told her that I would have to fix her eyebrows though because it was really obvious. She wasn't too sure about that but in the end she let me trim the other eyebrow to match. She really looks good with bangs. Dakota and Rebecca liked them so much that they asked me to do the same for them. I will miss her eyebrows but at least I know they will grow back. Their childhood innocence however is quickly slipping away.
I need to be more inviting and less scary so that my girls will think about coming to me first when they want to do something so drastic in the future. If not, the next time could be a lot worse than a missing eyebrow.
My beautiful daughter. (Her bangs are covering the eyebrow that she chopped.)