My tween daughter is constantly bursting with emotions. Like when I told her the Taylor Swift t-shirts I ordered weren’t going to arrive in time for the concert.
I thought I ordered 2 day shipping but apparently I ordered 17 day shipping (which is a slightly less popular shipping alternative). However, I still wasn’t worried because I tend to think of Amazon workers as magicians.
So I called up Amazon and explained the dire problem. I really expected they would get on their rainbow unicorns and fly the t-shirts to me immediately but all they said was, “We could cancel your order. ”
Wait, what? No rainbow unicorn? What about coming to my house before the concert and hand painting my daughters some Taylor Swift t-shirts? No?
I thought about contacting the Taylor Swift squad but figured they were too busy standing around her looking glam.
I finally was out of options.
I turned to my two oldest daughters and said, “Girls. The Taylor Swift shirts aren’t coming. But I’ll buy you t-shirts at the concert if they aren’t too crazy expensive.”
One of my daughters started sobbing. Just complete and total devastation.
I wanted to feel more sympathetic. I really did. Because I know in her world – this is important. But I was a little jaded by the fact that she had cried all the way to school that very morning because we wouldn’t let her wear pajama shorts to school on dress down day.
Pajamas shorts. To school.
Okay, she insisted they weren’t pajamas shorts but I promise anyone would sleep very comfortably in them. And they look like pajamas shorts. And I’m reasonably confident she keeps them with her pajamas. So case closed.
In theory, I want to let my children express their feelings. But then sometimes I really want them to bottle up their emotions, smile and say, “Gosh mom, you’re right. We’re so lucky to even be going to the Taylor Swift concert. A t-shirt would just be an embarrassment of riches! And by the way, you look fantastic today. It’s like you get younger and younger.”
From everything I’ve read and heard, you don’t want to get into a tug of war with a tween. The key (apparently) is to remain calm, let them passionately express their feelings and then it subsides.
I just wish it wasn’t so loud before the subsiding part. With so much foot stomping. And door slamming. And huffing. It’s sort of exhausting.
My sobbing daughter finally calmed down and is once again excited for the concert. I hope they love it. Hopefully it will be a Taylor Swift lovin’ tween girls’ dream. As magical as a rainbow unicorn. Even if they have to enjoy it in an ordinary t-shirt from Target.