like mother like daughter!

"When she is good she is very very good, but when she is bad she is horrid"

This was said aout me when I was a little girl and as karma should have it, it is what I am saying about Little Miss P. (Horrid is harsh, but that's how the saying goes!)


I love that little girl so much it hurts, but cor is she a handful.

She lights up my life.

She is a bundle of fun and personality. She has a smile that beams from ear to ear and she gives it to everyone. She loves life. She loves to love. She hugs her bears so tightly her whole body shakes.

She has incredibly compassion. I had a bad moment when everything got too much and I buried my head in my hands for a little weep. I felt these little arms wrap around me and saw a face of a little girl so full of care and concern. She got one almighty squeeze.

She picks up everything brilliantly. She is non stop jibber-jabber as she picks up words and sentences. She says thank you and sorry, she counts to ten and says hello to just about every person she passes.


She twirls and dances and claps her hands with glee. Her excitement at a music group or a trip to the park is barely containable. She could burst.

Her confidence and personality leaves me in awe.


But then with such spirit, comes a flip side. She gets overwhelmed by her emotions. When she cries, she screams. When she wants something she will whine and moan until it happens. "Book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book, book," She can go on forever.


When she tantrums she will lay on the floor screaming for all to witness. The harder I try and gain control of the situation or calm her down, the more wound up she becomes. I want the ground to swallow me up as I sense every strangers eyes on me as they witness this battle of the wills.


She pushes me so I lose my temper. I point my finger at her and shout. The guilt, the upset. I feel like a failure. I have failed her. I am a bad person. I am a bad mum.



It's all part of growing up..for both of us. This parenting game is tough. Its a rollercoaster of emotions. I don't know what I am doing and I know some times I get it so right but others I couldn't get it more wrong, but I am loving every (well, almost) minute of it.

Could there be anything better than seeing my beautiful little girl blossom and bloom ? Nah. I'll take the tantrums and bad moments on the chin if this is what being a mum is all about!