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How to parent my daughter who's just like me

Haley Beach

Her emotions wear a cape, soaring her high out of reach where I can’t bring her back close to me. From far away she looks at me with helplessness, “Mom, help me. I don’t know what to do! I feel out of control! I am losing my mind!” We both wait for the wind of exhaustion to gently bring her down into sleep.  Rest restores her body and mind back into control.

She’s just like me. Except she’s only six-years-old and hasn’t figured out how to control her HaleyandMeemotional power. I’ve had 34 years of experience and seven years of therapy to help me reign in my emotional squalls, and even still it’s hard work to maneuver the stormy winds of anxiety, panic, and fear. My daughter, Haley, and I are two highly-anxious, perfectionist-peas in a pod.

Lately I’ve been at a complete loss as to how to parent a child like me. I spend a lot of energy either trying to soothe Haley’s emotional tirades or reacting with my own rants out of sheer frustration. I’ve taken her to the doctor to rule out physical ailments and am currently researching behavioral health support. Nothing feels right. I have been praying for guidance as to how to get my daughter the coping tools she needs now so she doesn’t end up like me later–feeling out of control and coping through disorder.

My friend Andee recently wrote a post called Just Like You–A Post for Mother’s Day, and she describes the curse-turned-to-blessing of having a daughter just like her. It was Andee’s insight into her daughter that has given me insight into mine. She describes her daughter, Annika, as one who “not only wears her emotions on her sleeve, but all the way down her maxi dress. She has no poker face and tells you exactly what she’s thinking. Early on, Annika’s tranquil mood turned to tantrum within seconds and rage would strike out of the blue.”

I can literally insert Haley’s name in for Annika’s. But rather than trying to “fix” her daughter’s emotional outbursts to avoid future demise, Andee offers a listening ear and reassuring love.

I realized I have spent so much energy on trying to fix Haley to avoid future angst, that I have lost a grip on who Haley is and what she needs right now. My daughter doesn’t need fixing. She needs love, understanding, and reassurance (just like I do). That’s how to parent a child like me. Hello, answer to prayer.

Yesterday, Haley was depressed, unfocused and exhausted. She was getting sassy in her tone with me and tipping into the rage-red zone. Taking my cue from Andee’s insight, I asked, “Did something happen at school today? What’s wrong?” Turns out she got stuck on top of the jungle gym at recess. She was scared to fall; her classmates were encouraging her, but it was embarrassing; she was worried she wouldn’t get down before the bell rang for class; and she was confused because she’d never been scared up there before.

Well, no wonder she was upset! For a six-year-old, getting stuck on top of the jungle gym makes for a rough day. I hugged her and affirmed her feelings and told her I loved her. What a scary and stressful experience! I wish I could say she magically felt better and we lived happily ever after the rest of the night. Her mood didn’t improve, and actually it got worse, but I kept my cool and just let her be how she needed to be. IN accepting her emotions toward her situation, I was better able to love on her despite her coldness toward me. I trust in time she’ll learn to trust me as I parent in love rather than “fixing.”


I see, now, Haley is just like me– creative, generous, compassionate, funny, intelligent, and intuitive. She’s a thinker and a creator and an achiever. This week she’s written two books, crafted three songs, made me multiple presents and cards for Mother’s Day, encouraged her older brother, and has given her best in everything she’s done. Her future looks much brighter from this angle!


A prince would be nice

IMG_20130602_211902“Mommy, I  need a wedding dress.”

I looked into my daughter’s serious blue eyes before glancing down at her tiny toes sticking out from the front of my wedding shoes. I hadn’t realized she could reach that shelf in my closet–stinker keeps growing. 🙂

“Hmmm, yes of course you do. Like a white one?” I asked her.

“Yes. With roses.”


“Ah. I’m not sure if I have wedding dress with roses in my closet, but let’s take a look. See what I have, okay?”

Haley giggled and clapped her hands. “Okay!” She was so excited I had joined her game.

We rummaged through my closet, “Well, honey, I don’t see a white wedding dress with roses, do you?” I asked her, curious to see where she’d take this.

“Well, how about this one?” She tugged on the soft purple fabric of my Easter dress from last year.

I gasped dramatically. “That is an exquisite choice, darling. Let’s see if it fits,” I said, giving her a delighted smile.

“Yes! Let’s see, mama!”

I slid the dress over her head. “I bet it will fit,” Haley said with anticipation.

The fabric puddled around her feet, covering up the pretty wedding shoes. She looked at me with concern.

“Guess what,” I said, “I have this little tie that wraps around. I bet I could tie the dress up so it fits you perfectly. Shall I try?”

“Yes! Okay!”

What do you know? I mustered up some mama magic and tied that dress perfectly into place.

“Wow! You look beautiful,” I said to her as she twirled in place. “You look like a lilac goddess.”

Haley grinned. “Mama. I need some lip gloss. Do you have any lip gloss in your bathroom?”

“Well  think I just might. Come along. Let’s see.”

After dolling up in lip gloss, blush, perfume, Listerine (a girl’s got to have fresh breath, right?), and a crown, Haley’s outfit was complete.

“Now,” she said, “I  need you to be my audience because I am going to dance.”

“You are! That’s wonderful. I will be your audience. May I take your picture?”

“No. Phones off please. Smiles on.”

I giggled. “Okay, fair enough.”

She began to dance with the grace of a four year old girl in her mother’s wedding shoes, and I was filled with joy.

In the middle of her song, Haley stopped.

“What’s wrong? You were doing great!”

She furrowed her brow. “I need a prince.”

“Oh honey, you don’t need a prince. Besides we don’t have a prince. Unless you want to pretend to dance with a prince.” I wasn’t sure what I was supposed do here, in all honesty.

“Mommy, I really need a prince.”

I took her hands into mine and looked into her sparkling eyes. “I understand. A prince would be so nice to dance with, I agree with you. But I want you to know that you don’t need prince to dance. You can dance just as beautifully all by yourself okay?”

Haley smiled back. “Okay. Let me start over.”

“Alright then,” I said.

“Phones off, please and smiles on!” she instructed. And with that the show went on. I watched my girl dance and twirl in my bedroom, wearing my lilac dress, my make up, and my wedding shoes.


Of course I worked my mama magic to get one shot!