I feel like we're officially here. DD's on the eve of 11, and she's showing all the hormonal signs of early puberty. She's inherently moody which she comes by honestly via her mom, not her level-headed father. I'm increasingly on edge, trying to anticipate her moods...how is she going to be when she gets off the bus....how will this impact the entire family's evening? Sadly, she can make or break a day for us. I try to emotionally distinct myself from her intense feelings, and I succeed half the time, but if she emotionally worms her way under my armor, then my frustration affects everyone.
She's a good person, she just cannot reign in the intensity of her feelings and not become swept up in them. I feel like I've just (barely) reached this emotional mastery point in my own adult life. It's hard for me to deal with someone (intimate) pulling me all the way back to ground zero.
In my grace-filled moment this week, she broke our bed in a moment of tantrum. For one moment her emotional universe and our physical world intersected. She'd spent the entire afternoon crying, me trying to encourage, wondering WTF is happening...? The energy I put into her math homework is insane. It's not really about the math homework though. It's become a safe fighting arena for us, but it symbolizes her frustration about moving, changing schools, changing math programs, and her family choosing a nicer home in a better public school district versus staying. All the hard feelings that she can't express about changes or her parents' choices come screaming through in her adjustment to the new math curriculum.
Last night, well after our homework hell, we were all sitting in my bed and drawing profiles of a girl reading and watching ABC family. DD gets herself worked up (I can't do anything !!!!) and slams herself down in the bed and....it breaks. Down to the floor. We all scream. She freaks out and runs into her room, locking her door. DH fixes the bed, it was never put together properly, but she she apologizes and sees the connection between her emotions, her actions and everyone else. I'm trying to get her to understand feelings are feelings, not to be stuffed down, but you don't have to act on them either. She mostly cried and doesn't understand anything I said. Holy shit, where's the Tylenol?
She's a good person, she just cannot reign in the intensity of her feelings and not become swept up in them. I feel like I've just (barely) reached this emotional mastery point in my own adult life. It's hard for me to deal with someone (intimate) pulling me all the way back to ground zero.
In my grace-filled moment this week, she broke our bed in a moment of tantrum. For one moment her emotional universe and our physical world intersected. She'd spent the entire afternoon crying, me trying to encourage, wondering WTF is happening...? The energy I put into her math homework is insane. It's not really about the math homework though. It's become a safe fighting arena for us, but it symbolizes her frustration about moving, changing schools, changing math programs, and her family choosing a nicer home in a better public school district versus staying. All the hard feelings that she can't express about changes or her parents' choices come screaming through in her adjustment to the new math curriculum.
Last night, well after our homework hell, we were all sitting in my bed and drawing profiles of a girl reading and watching ABC family. DD gets herself worked up (I can't do anything !!!!) and slams herself down in the bed and....it breaks. Down to the floor. We all scream. She freaks out and runs into her room, locking her door. DH fixes the bed, it was never put together properly, but she she apologizes and sees the connection between her emotions, her actions and everyone else. I'm trying to get her to understand feelings are feelings, not to be stuffed down, but you don't have to act on them either. She mostly cried and doesn't understand anything I said. Holy shit, where's the Tylenol?
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