And can I keep the new one, please? :)
Gosh I'm so proud of this girl. That seven-year-old thing really hit her hard, and she has been pretty hard to get along with for some of this year. The persecution complex, the strong independence, the over-boisterousness with little people, the desire for privacy and alone time coupled with utter misery any time she *is* left alone (because she's lonely!)... It has been a long few months of frustration for her.
But a cloud has lifted. She's so much happier and easier to be around. She's wanting to help out again, and enjoying her sisters' company. It feels like a different house when this loud outgoing girl is at peace with herself. I suspect it will always be so, and my mama heart quakes when I think on those teenage years ahead of us.
You know what, I really do enjoy her company. She really is my *friend*, and I don't care about any stupid societal hang-up with saying that word about our children.
Can I just say, though, no matter how many days in a row I feel like she hates me and everything is just plain hard work... I'm STILL proud of her. She is amazing, bright, wild, beautiful, creative, and assertive. I'm glad she can tell me when she's having a bad day, I'm glad glad glad she craves my time and company and wants to be involved in everything I do. I'm glad we get to spend so much time together. In the long run, anyway, because in the long run it's so easy to put aside those dark little cloud shadows and see the sky. Wild, open, free.