This is some kind of fucked up karmic brilliance from the universe.
It is very hard looking so closely in the mirror.
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
WELL HELLO THERE LITTLE ME. Mini-me. Future me. Hot damn it is VERY HARD LOOKING SO CLOSELY IN THE MIRROR.
My mum used the aforementioned poem to describe my childhood. My dad used the term “Wilderness years” to describe my teenage-hood. What the fuck have I done to myself?
I AM BRINGING UP MYSELF in Sunday.
I am quietly impressed Universe! A round of applause to you, you asshole!!
She has so many qualities that I am SO FIERCELY PROUD of:
- She is FIERCE. In every respect.
- She says CLEARLY and forcefully “I don’t like that” to any and everything she isn’t into.
- She ‘huggles’ and kisses more genuinely than almost every other human (on par with her brother, who is also beautifully expressive).
- She loves trouble.
- She loves camaraderie.
- That’s it actually (I can’t even think of another cool thing I could hope for either).
She also possesses all the qualities that got ME into SO MUCH TROUBLE:
- FIERCE. In every respect.
- Says CLEARLY and forcefully “I don’t like that” to any and everything she isn’t into.
- ‘Huggles’ and kisses genuinely.
- Loves trouble.
- Loves camaraderie.
Now that I know what I’m in for……WHAT THE HELL DO I DO? ARGH!
Teenage me wished my parents would have said “Dear passionate child of mine, you can do whatever you like! Be free! Also here’s some money to fritter away on whatever you please.” What they actually said was more along the lines of “If you don’t want to behave yourself and fit into this family life, go away and sort yourself out.”
So, being the ‘super mature’16 year old that I was, I gave my parents the finger and moved out, left school and generally flounced about getting into all sorts of mischief.
I can totally see my 16 year old self, in my 20 month old daughter.
I am terrified. This is some kind of fucked up karmic brilliance from the Universe.
Crossing my fingers and hoping for the best for my wee one doesn’t seem like enough to thwart the inevitable! But that’s pretty much all we can do right? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
I turned out fine, so perhaps it all comes out in the wash. I’ve always thought that if you are generally kind human, your children will turn out well in the end. Though I’m worried my testing model might not be quite scientific enough, given that I’m basing this off my family and friends!
If faced with the same teenager that I was, what would I do? I DON’T KNOW! Suggestions for dealing with this spirited mini-me??!!