Dear Me,
Oh me, oh my, I wonder why, Â wonder how my little girl can already be experiencing teenage angst.
35 minutes of broken-hearted tears, that’s what I just witnessed, as my own little personal Sarah Bernhardt sobbed explaining that she was done being happy, would forever be sad, refused to turn 4 in a couple of weeks, had no interest in life, did not deserve any more presents, could not bear to go back to school in September, or see her friends ever again. Add to that her officially giving up (still sobbing like mad) stickers, transfers, chocolate, notebooks, and color pencils, and now figure me, trying hard not to take my child’s pain lightly, but kinda freaking out at the whole “I’m sorry but I will forever be sad, mom, and I can only love you and daddy” monologue.Â
After renouncing happiness for the tenth time, she has no more tears left, I think, and just kissed me and smiled.
She’s turning 4 in a week or so. What happens when she’s about to turn 15? Argh.
Mad Love,
MN
August 8th, 2009 at 5:48 am
Mlle. Clarisse will be self-possessed and authentic at 15 because you are not asking her to be anything she’s not now! Love and blessings to her!