This tends to be phrase I use a lot. Being a home-grown-southern-girl I also say, “bless her heart, she is so ugly she’d snag lightning, y’all and shoot-fire.” This time, I don’t use the phrase, lord have mercy, as a southern expression but as a heart-felt plea for a higher power to literally help.
Help me to not abandon my daughter. Help me NOT to say something in anger that I can’t take back later. Help me to NOT react to every single solitary thing she does. Help me to breathe, A LOT, before commenting. If counting really helps then I beg to be given the patience to count as high as I need to before engaging in conversation with mini-me.
I expected drama, I know there would be challenges, I was well aware that things would get worse before they got better. I was not; however, expecting it to be this bad before she turned double digits.
Another phrase springs to mind as this point, “like mother like daughter” but I am having trouble buying into this phrase as this moment. Personally, I don’t think I would have survived to adulthood had I smarted off, whined, complained and generally made life as miserable as my Kinsley does on a regular basis.
I have yelled, reasonsed, punished, ignored, discussed, debated, urged, asked, promised, raged, popped and cried. I am out of things to try.
And…just to forwarn…if one well-meaning soul tells me “just wait” in the next few days I might just unleash a flurry of non-southern, non-ladylike terms in their well meaning direction.