The Storm that is

Today is my youngest daughter's 15th Birthday.  I know this, not only because I am her Mother, but because she has reminded me every day this month that her birthday was coming.  I also will not forget this birthday because we ended up arguing. 

Guilt, that is her weapon of choice.  She wields it well and uses it forcefully.  She wants me to take her (and her friend) over to some boys house, where there are supposedly several other people, just 'chillin." mmm hmmmm, I wasn't born yesterday.  But you didn't do ANYTHING FOR MY BIRTHDAY.  The little snit.  Two weeks ago I gave her, are you ready?  $350 and specified it was for Clothes, AND her birthday.  Oh, that's enough you say, nah.  I also agreed to buy the food for a bar-b-que she wants to have this weekend.  We're talking at least 20 people at this bar-b-que.

I ask you...am I mean, or over-indulgent?  I wrote a Story one time, a true story, and it did very well.  It was about my daughter.  I'll paraphrase it for you.

The day my daugher was born, I had not decided on a name.  That night, there was this incredible lightening storm.  It was simpy awesom in its beauty and strength.  There was a ever changing portrait on the sky that evening.  The next morning, the nurses asked me if I'd decided on a name.  I told them I was thinking of naming her "Stormy."  They thought it was a great idea and they were telling everyone about it.   A friend of mine came up to the hospital and was horrified when I told her of the name I had chosen.  "NO!" She said; "She will grow to be stormy, like her name."  Well, I ended up not naming her Stormy.  No matter, because God DOES have a sense of humor.  This child has put me through hell for 15 years, I could tell you stories that would make your head spin, but I won't.  You're welcome.  Anyway, the "Normal" name I gave my daughter?

Katrina.