I'm quite sure karma has arranged this for me, but here I am with a 17 year old daughter who knows it all and doesn't want to listen to much of anything I have to say. I always pictured the Lorelai and Rory relationship with my oldest daughter, and it hasn't happened that way. I love her with all my being, and I want everything for her, and I'm blessed to have her, and I'm happy she's my daughter. That being said, I know a little bit more than her, and I would like it if she'd open her mind and heart to that. At what point will she do that?
Up for discussion at the castle right now is senior year at school or online, IB programme or not, college... and, of course, the eye rolling, can't stand her mother, disrespect followed by I love you, I don't hate you, and crying. An emotional roller coaster is what parenting a teenager is for me so far...this ride is worth the cost, but can I ask when can we go to the bumper cars? That's the ride that, for our family, everybody loves. Everybody has fun. We don't have to ask, "who's riding this one, and who's staying down with the kids?" We all ride and have fun and laugh. I want to ride that. Not the emotional roller coaster, not the haunted house, not the zipper...a nice, fun ride.
So, Rapunzel, please color your locks dark brown and I promise it'll grow back.
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