Your Teenage Daughter

One day I woke up a child, I do not understand. Plus I have tried most resisted. I went by the beautiful mommy "I hate you" at a glance. No other day were the hair pink sheets,frilly skirts, crowns and Princess. They were replaced by "do not know tell me what to do, you know nothing, and the famous I hate you." For years, told me: not that I leave it to you. All young people hate their parents. It is normal that their own ideas. You have to learn about their own preferences and dislikes.

It is their own person. I kept the samples and many other thoughts going through my head whenever they had one of its moments. I said it spend a little patience. It is a normal step in the advancement of life. I even started, some fun returns. How "You think you hate me now, but you can expect something you need later. So I'm going to be beautiful again. "I tried, humor, ignore, and privileges from afar. Nothing worked, and she appeared to be still to be determined. In his despair, I realized that other mothers, youth and had been a young years. I've never really tried and true any advice. Only the rule of good luck. They make. I would prefer 5 boys, 1 girl. Nothing has given me a promise or any hope. Then one day, when she was about 16 I was clear that I lack the little girl, she has pink hair bows. She loved the color pink and frilly. She loved , You tell me everything. She was so lively, if it speaks of and happy life. She used to love old films out with me.

Then later, when she showered She could hear her singing slow tunes like that, she says. You can always important. She was funny and affectionate. I have these days, and I missed, as they are used. As far as I make a pain in my heart. I did not understand how they could also cruel one minute. Then 5 minutes later, tell me a funny story about the school so far. As if the cruelness was only a moment imagine, this was never actually. As a mother, I learned that Let It Go Children do not want to insist on the ugliness. Estimated value, the moments of peace. Short moments of the mother was the daughter of relatives left in the past. Suspended any good memory, I've done. I could recall something years from now, with a smile. Yes, we had some good moments. Some reminders, we shared.She is my daughter and my pride and joy. I will always love what it stands ready to give. Making moments, that I can count. Someday soon on their own. They make their own way in the world. Your own home and family. You can hear, her daughter said, "I hate you," and they feel the pain for the first time. Then, they know how much they really loved. They know how deep and wider, and love of a mother. I've learned to love as a condition of their child. Only if we all know both, the trip was worthwhile.