I love books and so does my eleven year old daughter. Over the past few years I’ve introduced her to many of my favorites and am always thrilled when she loves a story that’s dear to me. When she was younger, I loved to read Winnie the Pooh out loud and see her smile. As she grew older, she graduated to the Harry Potter series and the Chronicles of Narnia. She loves these books and I’m so glad she does.But all is not well for us in Literature Land. I love historical novels, she hates them. Immensely. Why? “They’re boring.” So much for getting her to read “The Island of the Blue Dolphins,” or “The Witch of Blackbird Pond,” books that shaped my childhood. Sniff. Even worse, my daughter loves a series of books called “Warriors,” about clans of cats living in the forest who are constantly at war with each other. Yes, this series truly exists, and it’s popular. Do I like those books? Well….not so much.
This used to bother me, until I realized something. There’s a fine line between sharing what you love with your child and trying to make your child into a little “Mini Me.” No matter how hard we might try to make them exactly like us, our children have their own minds and unique personalities, and won’t like everything their parents do. Odd, I know.So, lately I’ve noticed that other parents seem to be trying to do exactly what I was trying to do with my daughter. Examples?
Sure, but keep in mind these are generalizations, gleaned from many online posts I’ve seen lately, not based on any specific person. Really. J
“My 2 year-old just loves to watch "The Lord of the Rings." It’s his favorite movie, and he can’t even say the title yet. It’s so cute.”
Cute, maybe. But even if he really DOES love that movie, is it something he SHOULD be watching at his age?“Here’s little Ewan with his Dad, heading out for another Civil War reenactment. Doesn’t he look precious in his costume?
Precious, yes. Happy? No.
Or: “My 8 year old daughter and I loved all the Twilight books and now we can’t wait to see "Breaking Dawn" together.”
Um…ew. Again, is that a movie your 8 year old really should be seeing? Even if she WANTS to see it?
I’m old enough that the term “BFF” (best friends forever) was not an entry in the Dictionary of Modern Slang when I was a child. I was introduced to that term by my daughter who has her own BFF’s, all girls her age. At times, my daughter and her BFF’s laugh at things that are completely incomprehensible to me. And they often laugh at me. This is exactly as it should be.
Because I’m the Mom. My daughter is not a perfect copy of me. She’s her own person AND she needs time to grow up and mature at a pace that is right for her, not in a fast forward mode forced upon her by parents who want to be “buddies” with their kids.
So, sometimes my daughter and I do fun things together. We cuddle and giggle while we watch another of Studio C’s hilarious takes on Harry Potter. Then, there are times when she slams the door and pouts when I remind her that she hasn’t practiced piano yet or finished all of her homework.
I love her, but she’s not my BFF. And that’s okay with me.