My daughter, who is 7, has recently morphed into a rampaging mood-swing monster. She’s always had slight drama queen tendencies (and I have no idea where she gets those) but her new levels of highs and lows can set me trembling at the thought of her actual teenage years still to come.
Luckily, for me, some of that passion gets funneled into a desperate devotion to her mommy. She loves me, she needs me, she simply must have me all to herself. She’s like my own little Endless Love stalker. I just hope she doesn’t set the house on fire. Dad, on the other hand, is treated like a loathsome intruder, allowed to stay only for his skill in making homemade chicken nuggets.
Last week, she found a new outlet for her mommylove. She started writing a book about me. More of a little journal, really, capturing her impressions of me, complete with illustrations!
It’s thrilling, I admit, to have my biography underway; though as she ran through her initial ideas and then started asking me more about myself to trigger new entries, I found myself slightly chagrined at how few ‘interesting’ things I could come up with. Might be time to take up kickboxing or get into a shouting match with our loud-mouthed governor to give her some good material.
For now, I invite you to enjoy a few of my favorite pages so far …
She has black hair. p.s. and a little bit of white
and lots of lotion She is funny
She has a girl and boy children / She has a good/bad husband
She can save you! She’s in love with Johnny Depp
She likes to take pictures of food.
She can get back together with you (I’m sorry. It’s OK.) / She is almost awesome.
Love the way this kid expresses her wild little self. And love the way she loves me … no matter how she spells it.
This is an original JerseyMomsBlog post. Deanna Q is a freelance writer and mother of two fantastic little beings.