My daughter has reached the turbulent, hormone crazed teen years. As I’m sure your child will soon reach, or perhaps you have already been through  this hellish nightmare while going through menopausal mood swings.

When my kids were younger they were a lot easier to deal with. It was fun to play hide ‘n’ seek, go to the zoo numerous times a year, and have a young child ask me to take her to the beach or the pool.

NOT ANYMORE

Those, fun, child-like years, where mom got to have some fun  are gone. My eldest child is busy  studying for college tests,and finding his path in life.  My youngest is a hormonal mess of nightmare proportions, where I find myself lingering too long at stores to avoid going home, facing a tantrum throwing person who used to be my best buddy.

Reality hit home last year when my daughter was 12, and she refused to go to what used to be our favorite place—the pool. My daughter loved to swim, diving all the way to the bottom of nine feet of water, without any qualms, retrieving  plastic swim rings, or jumping in the water with the glee only a young child can have.

Now when I say, “Do you want to go to the pool?” the answer is almost always , “No.” With summer heat-giving its last hurrah of the year, I am doing housework, wistfully thinking of years gone by when my daughter was a small child who brought much delight to us all. She was the one, after all, that made us feel like a family.

She was the one that ran from the car to the water’s edge at the beach, jumping in with all of her clothes on, as I yelled, “We can’t swim here, there’s no lifeguard.”She was the carefree child who ran up and down the beach’s shore kicking water at her older brother until he would yell, “Hey cut it out!” Which of course was followed by the two of them kicking water at each other, and splashing each other until they were both soaked. Usually they would get me soaked in the process, as I tried in vain, to get them out of the water, due to being on an unguarded section of beach.

But now I have been relegated to—-not seen with status. When I asked my 13 YO daughter to go to the beach or our once favorite spot—the pool, she would sullenly explode with, “No, I don’t want to be seen with you, at the pool.”

One time, she nastily said, “Someone from school might see me.”After the initial shock wore off, I  shook it off saying to my daughter, “Do you want to live your life in fear, or enjoy the life you have?” So, I went to the pool alone, enjoying time spent out of the house, where I spend many hours doing housework, researching, and writing.

Recently, when I asked my daughter if she wanted to go shopping for new school clothes she answered, “No, I don’t want to be seen with you.”

So, I figured I saved a lot of money NOT buying my daughter any new clothes for school.

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