December
3, 2003
“Darcy, I’m going to
take one of the horses for a run.”
“Fine,” She called
from her room. Not thinking to much about it, I
saddled up and took off for a little while. At the lake I sat down and thought
for a little while, things were sure not easy that’s for sure. I knew all this
might be coming soon, With Darcy at least, but this was like a slap in the
face, she’d been cranky for the last several weeks. I knew it had to be
something to do with her age. And was glad that I had gotten
the bedrooms up like we did. She needed the space more than the other
children did at the moment. She wouldn’t even try to talk about what was going
on. Just yelled at who ever was remotely near. I was
wondering how her parents were before she was put into the orphanage. It was
something that she choose not to talk about. Seeing
that time was getting late, I turned and headed back. I was glad I had gotten
back when I did, Skyla came out with what looked like fear in her eyes.
“Darcy mean! She keep yelling at me I not do anything.”
“She didn’t Mamma!” Tanjia said as she came up behind her sister. “Sky was just
playing in the living room.” I sighed and asked the girls to put the horse away
for me. I headed into the house and told Darcy to head to her room I wanted to
talk to her.
“Dar, what’s going
on with you lately?” I asked. “Please tell me so I can help.” She looked away
from me.
“Also I want to hear
from you why you started yelling at Skyla. I know this side of you is NOT you
at all. I don’t know what or who it is. But this is not how you are. I know you
better than that!” She kept staring the other direction.
“Not only was she
upset, but every single one of the babies were
screaming, they needed something and you let them go!” I scolded.
“I don’t ask to much
of you do I, cause if I am I want you to tell me.” Darcy hung her head as I
went on.
“No you aren’t
Mamma.”
“I’m not what?”
“You’re not asking to much of me to keep an eye on the younger ones when you go
out for a little while.” She looked at me as she continued to speak.
“I guess you don’t
go out that often, I don’t tend to them all that often. You do most of the
work.”
“I do, do I?” the teen nodded.
“Now would you
kindly explain the attitude that you’ve had lately?”
“I don’t know what
makes me do it.” She answered.
“I guess it could be
the fact that you’re a teenager now, not really a child, but not an adult. I
know that times tough,” I said talking to her as
gently as I could with her.
“Even so, that
doesn’t give you the right to blow up at your siblings like you did or leave
the babies go right?” She nodded. “I’m going to let it go this time, but
Darlita Rose if you ever do something like that again, I promise you that
you’ll be grounded for a little while.” Knowing I meant what I had said she
nodded.
“Mamma, I’m sorry.”
“So am I, and I think there’s someone else that you should say
that to.” She nodded and followed me out the room in order to find her sister.