Yesterday as I was strolling through Kohl's, I saw these...
And at first I automatically thought, 'awwww... how freakin' cute are these little sweeties!' But a couple steps later, a strange feeling came over me. I stopped and turned around to take a second look. That's when it hit me... I am SOOOOOO damn happy that I'm not the mommy of a little kid anymore!
That's right. The sight of itty bitty glittery pink princess shoes makes me cringe...
Yuck. Blech.
PRAISE THE LORD my girl is no longer a Barbie toting, tricycle riding, Kid's Cuisine eating, Barney watching, rugrat. Oh my good gravy, some folks are meant to be little kid parents, but I am 122% NOT one of them.
I barely survived those early years, but I am LOVING these teen years.
I can deal with a closet full of hooker heels...
...and $130 boots...
But don't you DARE make me try to talk a five year old into wearing knee socks with her school shoes, or the sweater with the itchy tag in the back, or use any shampoo other than the one in the green bottle with the apple on it. (God forbid!)
Give me a vanity full of dirty Clearasil pads, rotting fast food cups, and 900 pounds of miscellaneous girl crap...
...or a pile of random earrings threatening to roll down the sink drain and lodge themselves in my P-trap...
But please... please... PLEASE, don't make me go back to those glittery size three tennis shoes!
Here's to the good life... mood swings, split ends, puppy love, football games, concerts, zits, dull razors in the tub, constant selfies, wet towels on the floor, Panera mac n cheese bread bowls, late night mom/daughter heart to hearts, social media, tardy slips, friends living at our house all weekend, belly button rings, forever adding more money to the debit card, sharing shoes, nail polish, jewelry and memories.
This little chicky might've been cute and adorable...
...but she scared the HELL out of me.
This girl, however, is my reward for time served...
I can't believe I only have a year and a half left with her before she goes to college... and she's starting to say those two words that not only fill me with great joy, but riddle me with dread... "ROLL TIDE." Could she? Would she? Only time will tell.
Love you Lizzy girl!!