My daughter Pookie

I know that my daughter Pookie came from me. I carried her, felt her kick inside me, birthed her amid much pain and tearing...but sometimes I wonder...
Pookie is a girly girl who has told me on more than one occasion that she has the "fashion" in the family. She hates pants, gym and bike riding. She is often dressed with her hair done before I even cracked my eyes open in the morning. Her favorite color is pink, she wiggles her hips when she walks, likes to flip her hair and talk on the phone a lot. Yesterday she was dressed for church in a lovely flowy dress with a white cardigan. When I told her it was time to change into play clothes to go to a friend's house she did so willingly. (I should have been suspicious at this point) However, when she came back down, she was dressed in a pink and brown shirt, brown leggings and a pink shirt. Points for matching, but when I asked her how those qualified as play clothes she rolled her eyes and said, "Mom! Leggings under skirt make it play clothes so I can jump on the trampoline and you can't see my underwear." Then she flounced off to get in the van.

I'm not sure what to do with this girl who gets grumpy when I can't do the latest braid in her hair or make her wear pants for gym class. We get so frustrated with each other because in reality we are much more like each other than either of us care to admit. We both get mad fast, are both stubborn, loyal to fault to friends, get hurt easily by others and need to learn to give and accept love.

I love this girl more than I can imagine, but sometimes....The scary thing is that she is only 5, I can't even begin to think of what the teen years are going to hold for us!