I have a confession.
Evie is my daughter.
And it's not just that she's my daughter, it's like she's a mini me.
Now here's the connect to the title: Evie is like a teenage me. She is totally cool hanging out and doing her own thing by herself. She is her own independent person. She is a miniature, introverted, empowered me.
I discovered this today, when I realized that since I became a full time mom, my daughter is not constantly requiring my attention. Ergo, we do our own thing for most of the day.
I have become a lackadaisical mother. How depressing is that!? My degree is in Behavioral Science (Family Studies), translation: I should be the bomb at raising children. Not that I expected to suddenly be awesome and proactive; I just expected to be more motivated to make play dates, spend an hour reading to her every day, and teaching her letters and how to be super smart.
Reality: We spend most of the day with the tv on while we multi-task pursuing our individual interests. Occasionally we meet in the middle and play some. Then there's naptime. That's the one thing I'm proud of. We read a couple stories and sing songs as part of the naptime routine. But other than that we kind of just co-exist. We're roommates. What the heck kind of mother am I?