tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48276993785412929132011-10-17T19:10:39.178-07:00Mom of teenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11497146045310851947noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827699378541292913.post-4823861955758093842011-10-17T19:10:00.000-07:002011-10-17T19:10:39.313-07:00No yelling. Only the occasional comment. We had a good night. Her boyfriend was over as usual and at dinner I kept them debating me, boy was that fun. They kept saying I can't believe that you don't understand. "your generation doesn't get it" what fun. I hope she is smarter then me when she grows up. Daughters are a mixed blessing. Happy sad you never know. Love her anyway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827699378541292913-482386195575809384?l=2teenagegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mom of teenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11497146045310851947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827699378541292913.post-41197528877410044432011-10-16T21:31:00.000-07:002011-10-16T21:31:06.284-07:00How is it that my daughter can yell at me and then make me feel guilty about it? Daughters have a special ability to twist their mothers into pretzels. Single family household really do a disservice to daughters. Most father teach their daughters their biggest life lessons. One is how to treat their mother. Deep breaths that is the medicine I take everyday.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4827699378541292913-4119752887741004443?l=2teenagegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mom of teenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11497146045310851947noreply@blogger.com0