Yesterday, my six year old daughter and I had a little "situation." And no, we didn't invite that D-bag from Jersey Shore over for a tea party.
Nope, we just had a good old fashioned fight. She has been resisting any kind of organized activity since...I don't know, birth. She doesn't like dance, she doesn't like gymnastics, she now doesn't like her cheerleading class. She won't so much as look at a soccer ball or a tennis racket. I've had that sit-down talk with her so many times, you know, the one where you explain how it's good to keep trying, sticking with it, pushing past the hard work, etc. But God bless her, she has her own mind, her own desires, her own ideas!
So, I told her she could sit in her room all afternoon until dinner, or she could get dressed and get in the car, "because we are going to be late...again!" She slammed her door extra hard to make sure I knew just how she felt about her options. Uh yeah, I got the memo.
Turns out I didn't get the memo. A half an hour later I was walking past her room and saw a note on the floor. I picked it up. Here is the real memo:
"To: Mom...I do not love you anymore!" -- This is all decorated with tears, sad faces, rain, a broken heart, and exclamation points.
My first reaction was: this girl is creative! I got to get her in an art class, or theater, or get her in a story writing class (if it exists for Kindergartners) or something!
Funny how life works! And funny how she's a lot more like me than I care to admit...
Anybody got one of these "situations?"