posted by Momo Fali on January 30, 2012
My 13 year old daughter is wicked smart. I know that sounds conceited, because it is.
I never have to tell her to study or do her homework, she just does it. She reads so much (12 books so far this month) that I sometimes have to tell her to stop. She makes the parent/student relationship very, very easy.
As I’ve always said, if her brother hadn’t been born, I would think I was the best parent on the face of the earth. Thank goodness he came along to set me straight. And, oh boy, did he ever. I found out that my daughter isn’t intelligent from anything I’ve done, just as I can’t be held responsible for my son’s wrong answers.
I make mistakes just like any other mother, but this latest misstep of mine was quite a doozy. *head desk*
I told the super-smart, natural-braniac daughter of mine that she could get a hamster if she got straight A’s for the entire school year. We’re halfway through…
I have never wished so hard for a “B”.
posted by Momo Fali on January 26, 2012
My nine year old son got upset last night watching his 13 year old sister use the calculator on her cell phone. That’s right, my kids fight over math. You can’t touch this kind of brilliance. Or, geekdom.
My son was complaining because he wants a cell phone and telling him he had to wait until he was 13 apparently came across as, “You have to wait an eternity! Mwah ha ha!” Then I waved my wand and threw some eye of newt on his pizza.
So, I made a deal with him. I said, “If you get good grades and are well-behaved, you can get a cell phone when you’re 12.”
To which he replied, “Okay, so if I’m not well-behaved then I can get one when I’m 13?”
posted by Momo Fali on January 14, 2012
If you recall, I had a little experience in Manhattan a few months ago with some prominent bloggers and the former Editor in Chief of Redbook Magazine, Stacy Morrison, wherein I made myself look like a bumpkin in a sushi restaurant. Stacy is now the Editor in Chief of BlogHer, which not only makes her my colleague, but also the colleague with whom I bonded over flaming nostrils.
Stacy sent me a package the other day and this is a video of my son sampling what I received. Before you go commenting and telling me that I’m an evil mother, you should know that I tested it first. I also believe in letting my kids try new things, because you never know if they’ll like it. Unless, of course, that new thing is bourbon.
posted by Momo Fali on December 29, 2011
Thirteen is said to be an unlucky number, but I tend to think it’s lucky because it’s the number you are today.
I’ve had thirteen years of you, and though it’s gone by in the blink of an eye, it’s been tremendously rewarding. So far, you have been a pretty super kid.
It’s hard for me to comprehend that in five years, you will be eighteen and it’s just as hard to think that five years ago, you were just turning eight. But, right now, while you are smack-dab in the middle of childhood and adulthood, I am enjoying watching you grow and change. I won’t lie, I could do without your grumpy attitude sometimes, but I’m sure you could say the same thing about me.
You are smart, funny and a good friend. I love that you read all the time, that you’re good at math and that you love music. I love that you hate to lose, but when you do, you’re a good sport about it. I love that you’re charitable and responsible and that you have a hearty laugh. I love to watch you play the piano, dance, play softball, and sing.
But mostly, I love that you’re my daughter.
Happy 13th birthday, Goose! If you could stop getting older now, that would be great.
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