Hormones First Thing in the Morning

This has to be a girl thing. My boys had their moments, but they were fleeting and quickly soothed away with a gentle word and a ruffle of their hair. The girls in my life...well,....WOW! I had considered Caitria, my eight year old, moody. She would get mad and stomp around or fold her arms across her chest and pout for no apparent reason or, at worst, stomp up the stairs and slam her bedroom door.

Charity, now five, has always been the overly-sensitive and (slightly) moody one. Her laughter can make an angel smile and her love for all God's creatures just melts hearts far and wide. She's adorable, she's funny, she's silly, and she's usually the first girl in our family to make friends with children or adults. However, for the past year or so the girl just dissolved into tears about every seven and a half minutes! Seriously! She has been less tearful lately so I had myself convinced it was a phase she had now outgrown.

Then the poor darlin' had a birthday. Apparently birthdays affect all of us gals no matter how old we are. She was sweet and giggly and loving the day before. The day of her birthday while the rest of us were happy and making a bigger deal out of it than necessary she was crying. She whined about everything, nothing was right, no one was nice enough, everything hurt her feelings...and then there was cake.

She was back to the happy, giggly angel we all knew and adored. I relaxed, hoping whatever it was was over. She was overtired, overexcited, hadn't eaten well. Something. Whatever it was had been here and gone and I let my guard down. Then the poor baby cried herself to sleep that night while I laid next to her stroking her hair telling her how much I love her and reassuring her she was all right and a very good girl. She cried until lunch the next day.

That day is today and she is now running through the house giggling and laughing with her younger sister and having a grand old time.

What happens when she reaches puberty and the hormones really start pumping? What happens when she gets married? If her fifth birthday pushed her over the edge what will become of her poor wedding planner? (Talk about Bridezilla!) Oh my gosh...what if someday SHE has children? Her poor husband....

I have to go. I'm going to build another room onto the house where her future husband can stay until after the baby is born.