I’m the mother of a pre-teen. That itself is deserving of a medal. My “baby girl” started 6th grade yesterday. Sixth grade! Status report after the first day…Math and Latin were her two favorite subjects. I almost fell out of my chair when I heard that, but it makes me excited about her middle school adventures.

Middle school! This is going to require a lot more patience on my part. If you’re a kiddo and you’re reading this, be patient with your parents, as they are trying to be patient with you too, they just lose their cool sometimes. If you’re a parent, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

I pride myself on being a fairly patient person. I can sit in traffic for long periods of time, I don’t mind a crying baby (unless I’m in church and I can’t hear the pastor speak or on a plane), and I occasionally will forgive the person in the check-out line in front of me who clearly has more than 20 items or less, after a dirty look, but I need to practice more patience when it comes to my child.

Most parents will admit they need to do the same thing. For my daughter and me, I think partly it’s because we’re both female. Secondly, she’s also just as stubborn as I am, which of course is partly my fault, genetically speaking. Sixth grade was a tough year for me academically, emotionally and physically. I also desperately wanted to be one of the “popular kids”, and began begging my mother to let me go by Liz instead of Beth, because Liz sounded so much cooler.

Sometimes it takes a simple reminder of a “been there, done that” to know that this too shall pass, but also that life is just too short, and remember to pick my battles.

Take a deep breath.

Walk away.

Pray.

Pray some more.

Take another deep breath, then give your kid a hug and tell them you love them. In my case, I tell my daughter that even as a parent, I’m going to make mistakes, too.

Aunt Bubba

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