So, Sydney's two, but I wouldn't call it terrible. I feel like she's beginning to understand she can make some of her own decisions.
There is a bit of tension and some days we're both in tears.
I'm realizing I can't be her best friend and that hurts my feelings.
I love this child and there is no one else in the world I would rather spend time with.
Apparently, if I'm her best friend, I'm going to let her walk all over me.
I have to put my big girl panties on and be more of her mom and less of her friend.
Who says we still can't have fun while we're at it?