When you have a strong-willed, spunky, independent, dramatic diva for a daughter

Do you remember those times when you rolled your eyes, sassed back, walked with one hand on your hip, and acted like the world was coming to an end whenever your mom asked you to do something? Then, after we showed our spunky side, our moms turned around and said, “One day I hope you have a daughter just like you.” Back then, we took it as a compliment; “I hope so too, because I’m awesome.”

Well, how many of you are possibly regretting that thought? If you are, then I would like to welcome you to the strong-willed, spunky, independent, dramatic diva for a daughter club.

It’s an elite club, where only the best of the best are able to make it out with their sanity intact. In order to survive these beautiful, yet terrifying, little girls, we must fuel ourselves with sarcasm, coffee, wine, and a whole lot of muttering under our breath.

Being in this club may make us want to pull our hair out more often than not, but at the end of the day we wouldn’t have it any other way. Our little girls are the ones who are going to grow up to be independent, successful, driven women. The future presidents, lawyers, news anchors, authors, directors and so on. We have high hopes and know they will end up being whatever they set their heart to, but right now they are the persistent freckled-face girls driving us crazy.

How is it that something so tiny and so adorable, can bring her grown ass daddy to his knees. Seriously, the power she has over him is alarming and admiring all at the same time. The best part is she knows it. You see I’m convinced that it all starts with daddy. They see how much they can get away with. The things they can say, the things they can do, it all goes to their heads and starts building that stubborn attitude we have come to love. “Daddy said yes,” after I specifically told her we weren’t going to the mall. All I have to do is look at him, and he knows he just got played. I’m pretty sure this is a premonition into the future. Those poor boys have no idea what is coming for them. My daughter is going to flirt with them, get them to bend to her will, then send them home crying. All because she has her daddy under her spell. Now I can’t really say much, because I happen to be an expert in being a daddy’s girl; some things just never change.

It seems like we are constantly bumping heads, and my patience with her gets thin. Then I remember something: she is the spitting image of me. From her blue eyes, to her freckles, to her dramatic attitude. She is my child through and through. When I come to this realization, it immediately makes me want to apologize to my mother.

Mom, I’m so sorry for driving you to your breaking point.

But, no matter what the day brings, or how many times those blue eyes seem to roll at me, I know that I will always have a best friend. I will always be her cheerleader, and she will always find new ways to make me smile-while simultaneously giving me a heart attack. Her spirit is a part of me, and there is nothing that will ever change that.

They may drive us insane, we may genuinely fear for what’s to come, but at the end of the day their spunkiness is one of their best qualities. I love how her heart is bigger than she is. Her persistence might get on my nerves now, but I know it will be the drive that will make her successful in life. Her diva attitude might possibly get her in trouble, but it will also prevent others from taking advantage of her heart. Her dramatics show she has so much life to give, and help to entertain those around her.

They are a handful and they keep us on our toes, but we will never change them. One day they will be all grown up with strong willed daughters of their own, and we will get to watch our beautiful babies with babies or their own. So, take a deep breath mama, and soak in that spunkiness of hers. Be proud of that attitude that she got from you. Embrace those dramatic looks she gives you. Most importantly, cherish those smiles and laughs together because before we know it, they will be grown and we will be stuck wishing we would have spent more time being in the moment.

Remember they may be a HoTmEsS, but they are your HoTmEsS!


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