Is this only the beginning?
Seven years ago, when my first daughter was a baby, I spent moments of each day wondering: "Am I doing it all wrong?" Now that our girl is seven-and-a-half approaching thirteen (it seems), I am still wondering the same thing: "Am I doing it all wrong?"
Yesterday was the Monday of all Mondays. I tell ya. It was a completely ridiculous workday for me when I felt like I did. not. have. enough. seconds. in the day to finish every report, call, analysis, whatever before fetching the girls. Then, when I picked up my girl and her girlfriend from school, it was nothing. but. rant and whine. rant and whine. about. every. single. thing. "Why didn't you pack me peanut butter sandwich for lunch?" ("Because you packed your own lunch this morning.") "I'm so thirsty! Why isn't there any milk?" ("Because you drank it all this morning and brought the rest for your lunch.") "I'm bored. Why can't we go biking?" ("Because your friend doesn't want to, why don't you ask her to go biking?") "Why don't we ever get to do what I want?" ("Well what do you want to do?")
She says, "Mama, I want to bake cupcakes." So, I put away what I was doing, and we start sifting flour and mixing up confectioner's sugar for icing. The beaters haven't even stopped beating before I hear it (the whining) start, "I never get to do it first" or "Why don't you ever let me lick the bowl" or "This is so boring". I swear to the heavens, I was just not getting anything right. At all. And, what was painful was that it was all my fault.
As I recount this story, I realize that it makes it sound like my 7.5 year old is nothing but I royal brat. But, I swear she isn't. She is mellow and sweet and respectful. Really she is. Usually. But, sometimes, something just sets her off and everything is all wrong. Not only is it all wrong, but it is also always all my fault, in those instances.
All of this to say: is this some pre-pre-pubescent condition? Have other mamas and papas gone through this with their 7-10 year old girls or boys? This almost-irrational, uncharacteristic, passionate, uncontrollable emotion? Is this just the beginning? Or is it me?