My oldest is now in Secondary School and reminds me so much of myself as I was growing up. I wonder how my Mum ever coped with my tantrums.
Dedicated to my smart, loving, gorgeous (sometimes stroppy) daughter – Jadyn
Help! My daughter’s growing –
She’s growing into ‘me’
And I don’t know how to take it,
I’m not my mum you see!
I don’t know how Mum managed
When I threw a fuss;
I don’t want this, I don’t want that
How did she deal with us?
My daughter’s pretty much the same
Her mind is all her own
I need more clothes and shoes and books
She moans and moans and moans!
She’s vain and she is stubborn
And bossy as can be.
She likes to have her own way
And says I just don’t see.
She’s pretty and she knows it,
She’s clever too you know –
She’s dying to be in college,
She’s just waiting to go.
She argues and she questions
And sometimes can be right;
But I don’t let her win the round
Without putting up a fight.
I used to be like her sometime
When it was years ago,
And now that I am older
I know life can’t be so.
I try to make her understand
Like Mum did way back then
But she just shrugs and nods her head
And I know it’s not long when –
She’s back, doing things the way she wants.
I guess I’ll just let her be
Secretly I am so pleased –
She’s growing into ‘me’.
