She is a wonderful precious dainty sweet loving gorgeous little girl that is all the more stubborn. She is more stubborn than she is beautiful. It is the truth. It is what makes me worry and cry and stress most of all.
These last few weeks, since the end of school we have been crazy insane busy. Running here, there and everywhere. Busy. Busy. Busy. I love spending time with my girlys.
I know I don't talk much about my ShowStopper and it is not because I don't think about her, it is because I do not worry about her. Oh, I still worry when she is hurt or sick or when her mind is not at ease but things things do not happen to her very often. She is a strong minded, smart, hardworking, caring, loving, compassionate girl. Her mind is as strong as her heart, she does what she is told to do without much problem. She accepts her punishment and she is apologetic if/when she does something she is not supposed to do; she is an easy child to love and shower with kisses.
My WildChild ... well ... she is polar opposites to her sister. She is sick or bruised more often. She is clumsy and falls walking up steps. She is stubborn as a mule and impassable at times; she doesn't do what she is told to do most times and she doesn't accept her punishment EVER. She is bright, so bright that she believes herself to know what is best for her and doesn't believe she needs her parents to guide her in any way.
But there is a deep suffering side to her. She hides from pain. She struggles in her own mind, she suffers alone. She holds things inside, until it gets to be too much and explodes with anger, fear, worry and tears. She breaks my heart constantly.
This summer has been a difficult one for us so far. My WildChild has a significant bruise on her arm and leg from a scooter accident; her arm will scar; her arm was infected. It is still very nasty to look upon and the arm bruise still is quite sensitive and sometimes cracks open and starts to bleed again. Then yesterday blisters appeared on her hand. I thought she had a steam burn from something in the microwave but that was not the problem. For as I worked yesterday more and more blisters appeared and a few grew on the ShowStopper. It is something poison, ivy, sumac, oak ... take your pick for I'm not sure. My little WildChild has several very large blisters on her left hand. SEVERAL ... LARGE ... water filled BLISTERS. There is also a very large blister above her right eye and some scratches on her forehead. She screams and cries and yells at us when we attempt to medicate the blisters. Twice yesterday I had to physically restrain her so I could medicate her. I had to force anti-histamine down her throat she was in such a panic.
It is exhausting work.
I practically fell to my bed in a state of pure exhaustion.
She is my sensitive, clumsy, needy one. She is my heartache and my sadness. She is also my joy, she understands me like no one else ever could. She is my snuggle bunny. If I am sitting down chances are that my WildChild will fall into my lap for attention and kisses.
When she is in pain, it hurts me to be away from her, yet she is suffering and I am at work.
5 comments:
My heart aches for her. She reminds me so much of my grandaughter. All you can do is love her, remind her often of how proud you are of her and give hugs and kisses as often as she will allow.
I truly undersatnd how hard it is to watch them be so stubborn........and there is so little you can do.
But, guess what, mommy. You are doing just fine!! She is beautiful, and she knows she is loved!!
Oh no! Poor little lady! I hope she heels up quickly!
you sound like a fantastic mother
My younger son was diagnosed with Oppositional/Defiant disorder. Sounds a bit like WC. I'm feeling ya.
Oh, the love your have for them both is bursting through this post. Parenting is full of ambivalent feelings. It's richer for it. Your WildChild will grow up to be a wonderful woman with your love.
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