Seems like overnight Breanna has become a different girl. As I unload her clothes from the dryer I reach into the sea of colors: hot pink, florescent orange, key lime, sunshine yellow- and that's just one pair of underwear! Boy shorts. I think she knows they are going to peek out when she sits down so she wants to make sure they're cute. I make her do the "sit test" in the dressing room before I "o.k." a pair of jeans. "Crack kills" as she would say.
She wants to switch her elective from leadership to art. Chuck and I feel it's very important for her to stay in leadership. She has had many great opportunities as a result of this class and while art would be beneficial, we want her to stay put. Is it up to us? How much freedom should she have with her schedule?
Chuck took her to mass Ash Wed. morning and then dropped her off at school with a big cross on her forehead. She came home trying to convince me that she sweat it off in P.E.
The girl eats like a horse. Loves to eat. Nonstop. She's on an oatmeal kick lately. Like twice a day- big bowl of oats with frozen blueberries and brown sugar.
She wore leg warmers to school today. Leg warmers with skinny jeans and slippers. She's asking when she'll be allowed to wear make-up.
I had to ask her yesterday to stay downstairs with us. All of a sudden, when she gets home from school she goes straight to her room and stays there (reading the Twilight series). She comes down for dinner and unless American Idol or 24 is on she goes back up for the rest of the night. I told her we miss hanging out with her.
She told me tonight that she and her best friend, Lyubov, want to get a job at Subway when they turn 14.
I wonder every day if I'm doing everything I can to be sure she has good memories of growing up. What type of person will she remember me as? Supportive and happy or bitchy and exhausted?
She doesn't realize that I play dumb more often than not so she can believe she's smarter than I am. This way I can catch her more easily when she tries to get away with things. I can read every facial expression she makes and I KNOW immediately when she's lying to me. Usually her conscience gets the best of her and she confesses without me having to push.
She was 4 and a half years old when Chuck came on the scene and convinced me that I should not be friends with my kids. I didn't quite get that at the time. Now I can see where there should be a line drawn. That's not to say that we aren't "friendly" with them, just that we (and they) understand our role is as parents.
She is a wonderful girl, daughter, big sister. She relishes her role as "sis". It's just amazing to watch her love for her brothers. Genuine, pure love.
I'm such a proud mama.
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