Karma

Afton's growing up.  She's not a toddler anymore.  Hasn't been for a while but lately she seems more like she is 3 going on 14.  Its been interesting.

Although I love that she is an independent girl who stands up for herself.  I don't always love the fits.
Today, as I told her she had to eat her breakfast and do her chores before she could play her iPad game, she said, "Mom, you need to go to time out.  You are not being very nice and YOU need to go to timeout".
It wasn't funny.  It was actually SUPER frustrating.  But, I had to chuckle a little.  I used to tell my mom the exact. same. thing.  I distinctly remember feeling like my mom truly WAS being mean and truly DID need to go to her room.  And then I thought about Karma.  And, to be honest, it kind of made things a little more sweet as I realized that one day her little girl will claw at her arms while she carries her to her room for an attitude adjustment.  How one day her little girl will scream at the top of her lungs in the middle of the grocery store about how "not nice" her mother is.  How one day, she will look at the tantrum throwing little girl and giggle a little and then feel bad for what she put me through.

Mom, I'm there.  I feel bad about it now.  I am SORRY I was so crazy and ridiculous!  Thanks for stinking in there with  me.  Thanks for teaching me how to be strong but polite and well mannered.  Thanks for being such a great mom.  I hope one day Afton will feel the same way.