I had big plans for a recent half day off from work: finish painting a mural of ‘mod’ pink trees on my older daughter’s wall.
We had talked about the trees and she seemed excited, especially since they were going to be PINK.
So I settle into the project. Things are going well. The glossy paint I chose looked amazing against the eggshell finish of the wall.
By the time she arrived home I had one nearly finished. I tell her, “I have a surprise for you!”
We excitedly run up the stairs. I open the door. She squeals. She laughs. MIM moment = shining success! Mom of the Year!
Then she abruptly stops. Turns, looks at me and deadpans, “Why is it trees?”
I am thrown. She’s not happy! I stammer, “But we talked about this. You said you liked trees in your room… remember? It’s pink trees.” I instantly feel like I am at work. (“But we said we’d try progressive and daring at the briefing. I thought we all liked the idea…” Grasping.)
Then she gave me a look that was a glimpse into my future – she morphed into a teenager before my eyes and said, “I like flowers. I want pink flowers.” And that was it.
Yes, this girl knows what she wants. Wonder where she got that from?