Taylor

Taylor has always been my good child. She was easy as a baby, never gave me a minute of trouble. She has a very easy going personality, is not strong willed or aggressive like her brother and sister are. Sometimes this is not a good thing, she tends to get left behind so to speak. While the others are fighting for attention she is in her room alone. It bothers me a lot but I also understand how she is. She is just like me. We have the exact same personality. I can relate to her and understand why things hurt her or how she is feeling.
Now today I had a little taste of what my mother went through. We have a rule at the house that she can not wear makeup until she is 13. That is what the rule was when I was growing up. Taylor is a lot prettier than I was at her age. She has beautiful skin, long eyelashes and doesn't need makeup. I understand that she wants to wear it but she is just still to young. I want her to be a kid as long as she can stay innocent. So this morning, she tries to get out of the car quickly at school. I notice that her eye's are really dark, so I asked her..."are you wearing makeup?" She quickly says no and jumps out of the car. I sit there for a second. Roll down the window and say Taylor! She is not that far away, she can hear me. So now I am pissed off. I start really yelling, she is trying to get away without being embarrassed but what she doesn't understand is I am not leaving. She finally acknowledges that I am calling her name and comes back to the car. I again ask her "are you wearing makeup?" She looks away and mumbles yes. Then she says we can talk about it when you get home and walks away. By this time, I am fuming mad. I am ready to get out and really embarrass her but I refrain. The wonderful thing is that I have all day to stew and figure out what kind of punishment she will incur. And man it is going to be good.