Knife to the Heart ...

[texchan]

So my daughter is dawdling over her breakfast this morning (of course, since she has to be at camp by 9 AM, as opposed to all the days when she has nowhere to be and eats quickly >.O). Every day that my mom was here, she would tell me about this HUGE breakfast she ate -- well, huge for her, anyhow: fruit, cereal, two cups of chocolate milk, yadda, yadda, yadda. This morning, though, it was a struggle to get her to eat even a part of a banana and a handful of cereal. In total frustration, I ask her: "Why do you eat so well when Nana is here, but this morning, you don't want to eat at all?"

Her reply: "Because I like Nana better than you."

zOMG. Knife, meet Heart.

It made me want to cry. Seriously. I had a hard time holding it together, but I managed. I was honest and told her that hurt my feelings, but that it was OK for her to feel that way.

And I can understand it. I mean, I have my own issues with my mom, but she is totally different with my daughter. She is fun and funny and just ... different.

Still, there was this little part of me ... this little kid inside my head screaming: "HOW COULD YOU LIKE HER MORE? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SHE'S LIKE!!!"

*sigh*

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[tex-chan.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. My parents -- and especially my mom -- spoil my daughter. They don't enforce any of the rules, and they even "correct" me when I make my daughter do what's expected of her or act as she's supposed to. If left with only my parents, she would be a spoiled brat (literally!) in no time flat.

Hopefully, my daughter will enjoy spending time with me and talking to me as she gets older, too.

*HUGS*