Special

I try to raise my daughter the best way that I know how, but sometimes you have to let go of control. That was definitely a hard lesson learned. Especially, because I'm a complete control freak. There comes a point in time when as parents we learn that kids would much rather play with the 2$ wrapping paper, than the hundreds of dollars worth of new toys that we just bought with the last of our money just for their birthday. And there are always those people who look at you funny, as if your child might be 'special'. There is always that game that we play with other parents: 'Whose kid is better'. I know I've played it. A friend of mine from high school calls me almost every day, and I find myself stretching the truth. You always have to top them. It's like watching a couple of kids argue over who's toy is better. "My toy lights up." "My toy spins in circles, AND lights up." "My toy does that but it also makes flashing siren noises just like a cop car which always makes my parents run to the windows to see who is getting arrested!" Back to the point, as parents it's a never ending struggle to gain control with our kids, but the older they get the more control we lose (or we just stop sweating the small stuff). My daughter today refused to take a nap for about 2 hours. About 15 minutes after I had given up on her taking a nap today, she crawled into a plastic drawer she was using for her baby doll’s bed and fell asleep with her legs hanging out, but holding on to her baby doll as I were going to steal it away while she was sleeping. She slept for 2 hours. But by the time I was done fighting her on taking a nap, I was ready for a nap. Hence why my dirty dishes are still glaring at me from the sink. This is kind of thing that our parents always have opinions about. I mean it's not as if we aren't warned about these things. My mother (god love her, I know I do), keeps telling me to relax, calm down and just go with the flow. Do I listen? Absolutely not. She's a parent, so she's lost all control of me. See? She learned that lesson and chose to share it with me to save me the frustration. And then I feel like the 'SPECIAL' one. The only comfort I get is from the fact that my mother went through the same with me, because I was a little s***. Haha.