So lately she's been even more paradoxical than usual. She has hit those Tween years with a vengeance. No longer a little girl but not a teenager. As much as I hate the word "tween", unfortunately, it's incredibly appropriate. Because she is truly stuck in between. One day she seems like she's 9 going on 19, growing up at the speed of light. The next day, she's watching Disney Junior and giggling at Mickey Mouse the same way she did when she was 3. You'll understand my confusion, of course. I never know which child I'm going to encounter at any given moment.
For example, she took a shower the other day and when she got out, complained that she needed more shaving cream because she was out. Yes, my 9 1/2 year old daughter shaves her legs. A pity for her, she inherited my French genes that encourage too much hair growth that is not limited to on the head. So she shaves. She's very responsible about it and has only nicked herself once in the four months since she started. The very next day, I hand her her clothes to get dressed in the morning and she throws a hissy fit over the training bra on top of the pile. And I quote: "I'm not a woman! I don't want to wear that thing!" Mind you, she's been wearing one for about a year now. And she does need one. It sucks. She's developing. I don't want it to happen any more than she does. But it's happening. Things need to be done because of it. But because I point that out to her, I'm the bad guy.
Looking at the Christmas list I had for her - stuff I've already gotten for her and stuff I'm planning to get for her - I was amazed at the lack of toys on the list. In my defense, though, she barely asked for any toys! The only toys she's playing with the days are her Lego Friends sets, her American Girl Dolls, and the occasional Monster High doll. So really, it's not like I had a lot to work with in the first place. But I wanted to make sure I got her at least a few toys. I remember back to when my cousin Allie was 10 and she opened this really cool remote controlled skateboarding doll that I had bought for her and my aunt and uncle sighed in relief, turned to me and said, "Thank God you got her a toy because we just realized that we didn't get her ANY toys." I didn't want to be them. But it's hard when your kid looks at you and says, "I want books, pens, and art stuff." What am I supposed to do with that?
Sigh. I hate the in between. Hopefully, we will both get through it unscathed!!!
In honor of not growing up, I present you with the forever-child: