Sometimes I feel less like a mother and more like a referee.
Always negotiating, enforcing rules.
Everyone warned me that it could be like this but I never expected a war zone to be found in my living room.
I love my girls and while I accept that growing up and finding their freedom is part of life’s journey. I’m not happy that they have decided each day is an opportunity for a battle.
How can they go from being best friends to worst enemies?
Seriously it’s driving me mad.
I am proud I have raised such independent spirited young woman but hey please let them take on the world and leave their poor mama alone.
I am tired and emotionally shattered with this parenting stage.
Reminiscing and yearning for the days of night feeds and dirty nappies. I may have been exhausted back then but at least they didn’t answer back so much.
I know its a stage that all go through and one day my beautiful kind caring girls will return and the dragon headed all knowing beautiful monsters will disappear but its so not easy.
I recognise this year is going to one of big changes, university, college it certainly is going to bring a new dynamic to the relationships of the girls.
A new dimension in their sisterhood.
I’m praying a little space will make hearts grow fonder.
Who knows?
I guess until then I will resign myself to the role of mediator for a little longer.
So does anyone have a whistle?
Rebel with kindness 