Like every mother, I L-O-V-E my kid.
I think she is sweet and funny and talented...in her own way.
This morning, she hit her father and I up with the "permission slip" for the talent show.
The one in which she planned to sing Hannah Montana songs.
She exited into the shower to sing - enthusiastically. With Gusto.
Of course, she doesn't know all the lyrics to these songs. And she kind of screeches as she sings.
Terrance and I exchange pained looks.
"You're going to have to do something - she can't go on a stage and sing....", he says to me.
"I know. It will be a disaster..."
I muster up all my mommy courage and approach her as she gets dressed.
"You know honey - maybe it isn't the best idea for you to plan to sing in the talent show this year - you haven't practiced and you don't know all the words and it is in two weeks...."
She is outraged! OUTRAGED!!!!
She rails against me. She WANTS to do it. She CAN do it. She WILL do it!
My tactics need to change. I go for the jugular.
"Baby - not everyones talents lie in singing. I know you like to sing and you have a nice voice for singing at home and in the shower...but I am not sure that you should sing on stage...."
Dear Lord. The knives that fly out of my child's eyes pierce me through the heart.
She begins the appeal to her father...and I say "He thinks the same thing!" in my defense.
Terrance cuts my rope from his ship. "What's wrong baby? No, I didn't say you weren't a very good singer....."
I glare at him. "I just don't want you to be teased by your friends, sweetie...", I stammer.
And then she turns to me, eyes full of tears and shouts:
"YOU'RE DESTROYING MY CONFIDENCE!!!!"
All this before 8:30 in the morning.