Me: "What did you do today?"
Me: "Do you have homework?"
Me: "How was that science test."
All the while she was rolling her eyes at me.
Her: "Can I go to my room now?"
No matter what phase she was in, though, I never gave up on her. Oh, I threw my hands up in the air and I admit that I yelled a few (hundred?) times out of frustration over her bad attitude, her dress choice of all black clothes, her fear of driving a car, her dislike for cleaning her room, dislike for helping around the house, and the list could forever go on, but I never stopped loving her.
I used to drop her off at school, kiss her and tell her that she was my favorite and not to tell her brother and then do the same with my son as I dropped him off. That was until they caught on to me during one of their several million sibling arguments that they had.
"Well, mom says I am her favorite every morning!"
"Wait, she says the same to me!"
It was all done in fun and they knew it. We still laugh about it (or maybe I am the only one that does!).
Last night was Micaela's Senior Prom. She didn't want to go, but I put my foot down and said that she was going. It was a rite of passage. And so we did the dress shopping, the nail thing, the flower thing, the hair thing and finally the picture thing. It is so hard to see her looking so grown up, but I am so proud of her. And...I am proud that I got through it!
So for all of you with toddlers wondering when it will ever get better - cherish those days because as they grow, the problems only grow with them. I wouldn't trade being a mom for anything. It is, and will forever be, my favorite job.