The definition of “drama”? A day in the life of a tweenie.
Whining kid: “Mom, all my friends wear high heels to school. I don’t want to wear sneakers to school anymore. I’m not a little kid. You just want me to be ugly. You want me to be different. You don’t want me to be popular. You want me to be a geek.”
Me: “I don’t care what all your friends wear, you’re not wearing high heels in 6th grade.”
But, after another 24 hours of whining, pouting, tears and hysteria and noticing how she unsteadily navigated in the little kitten heels bought for her cousin’s wedding I caved.
Me: “I’ve given it some thought and decided that you are now old enough to make wise decisions. You can wear those shoes to school if you want, just like all your friends.”
The next afternoon I watched her hobbling toward the house holding her shoes in her hand and wincing with each barefoot step.
Whining kid: “Mom, you did that on purpose! You knew I’d get blisters from wearing those shoes. I had to go to the nurse’s office to get bandaids and then I had to line my shoes with toilet paper to keep them from rubbing and the toilet paper fell out of my shoe and people laughed and it’s all your fault! You ruined my life. I’ll never forgive you for this. Wait til I tell Dad what you did. He’ll divorce you and I’ll live with him and he won’t make my friends laugh at me.”
Me: “Sweetheart, I didn’t force you to wear those shoes. As a matter of fact I didn’t want you to wear heels to school because I know how painful they can be. I wear heels every day and sometimes I get blisters. I never want you to be hurt but I let you make your own decision. I think you learned an important lesson.”
Whining kid: “Yeah. You want me to be unpopular.”
And that, my friends, is the definition of drama.
Wander Woman 