Alternately titled: Mothering eleven-year-old girls is not for the weak!
Is it possible to be a truly awesome parent to one of your children and simultaneously be a completely crappy parent to your other child?
Because it might not all be rainbows and unicorns raising my son, but in general it is rewarding.
But my daughter...
That kid is going to be the death of me.
I've really been struggling with her this school year, and I realize that it is because my husband is deployed, and she's at a hard age, and she goes to a school where an 83 average is a C and a 75 average is failing, and she's a girl so she doesn't want to turn into me, and she's lazy by nature, and she got all of my crappy personality traits and my bad skin...
...but none of those things make me feel better when she lies and is irresponsible.
I know I have failed this child by somehow managing not to teach her to work hard. I am very much afraid of what she will become. I am scared that she will miss out on so much in life. But my fear is too distressing to deal with every day so it turns into anger.
I feel like I am angry with this girl all the damn time.
Lately I am having an especially hard time because things are going really well for my son. I am having a hard time finding ways to celebrate his accomplishments while she is failing at every turn.
I'm afraid that my daughter and everyone else in the world assumes that I love my son more because I understand him better and get along with him better, but that is just not true. It is because I love my daughter so damn much that I am so anxious about the lack of coping skills she has to deal with the world.
People always say that she is such a sweet girl, so happy and polite. And she is. She is. And if I were her aunt or her coach or her friend's mom that would be great. But I'm not. I'm her mother and I can't send her out in the world with only sweet and smiley to fall back on.
This week she has decided that she wants to be an author when she grows up. Why? To quote her exactly, "Because authors don't have to get up in the morning."
In the meantime, she is failing English.
We're going to be supporting this girl until we die. I can see it now. She'll be living in our garage when she's thirty.
I hope she finds a rich man to marry. I hear sweet and smiley go pretty far with rich guys. And my daughter needs a staff.