The other day read a post which spoke about relationships. While reading I realized I too have done the same things in childhood. I was always a dads girl. I had never realized that I was being partial. I had always misunderstood her and rebelled to most of the things she said. Never understood they were for my own good.
Children and time are good teachers. What goes back comes back. Now when I keep arguing and fighting for the same silly things with the kiddo I feel a sense of déjà vu. Makes me accept that even I too had always judged her for all the wrong reasons.
One day even kiddo would understand that mom was right and she only has our best interests in heart. And it goes on.