Sometimes, I feel good, sometimes, I feel bad about my mothering. Like when my older daughter and I argue and I can tell that she's too much like me.... and all the things I was told as a child hurdle back to me...especially, I remember my dad telling me that he wishes that one day I'd have a daughter just like myself. Well, perhaps I do. BUT even though this diary is about my badness, I want this on the record: that I'm encouraging her to take advantage and employ her arguing skills when she's a lawyer/prosecutor. Ha! Avoided being like you, dad!
Also, a lot of the times when we argue, we end up laughing at each other. Is that weird...or, more important, is that wrong? I don't know...but she does have a great sense of humor! Still, I can't help but to bite my nails when I think of the next few years ahead....she's turning 13 this summer. How will I survive??????