Once upon a time, the Princess asked the Queen to read her homework essay.  The Queen read all three pages and pronounced it royally sufficient.

“Just sufficient?”  the Princess asked.

“No.  It was good.” the queen responded.

“Good or very good?”

“Very good. You answered the questions given.  Your thesis was strong.  Your choice of evidence was excellent.  Maybe there were one of two sentences that could be tighter, but over all- a very good essay.”

“Which sentences?”

The Queen scrolls down the essay and locates the slightly wordy sentences.  The Princess quickly readjusts them.

“Now is it good?”  the princess asks.

“It was good before.  Now it’s better.”

“I thought you said it was great?”

“It’s great.  It’s outstanding.  It’s the best paper ever on this question.  Your teacher will be extolling the virtues of this paper for years to come.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my Mom.”

The next day we find the Queen at the not so regally located tennis courts where the Princess and her teammates play their home matches.  The Princess and her doubles partner have just lost a really tough match, 10-8.  The princess approaches the Queen.

“Nice match” the Queen says.

“We lost.” the Princess responds.

“I know.  But it was close.”

“What could we have done better?”

“You made some bonehead moves.”  the Queen says.


“No man’s land.  You guys sort of moved in.” (for those who do not know/play tennis- no man’s land is the area between the service line and the base line- you really don’t want to be stuck there as the opponent is returning the ball- almost impossible to recover a shot when you are there)

“We weren’t there that much.”

“Ok.  Whatever.”

“My God – you could be nice to me.  All you ever do is criticize me.  You’re my mom.  You’re supposed to tell me I’m great.”

The Queen walked away shaking her head.  She would never understand teenagers.  Scratch that.  She didn’t want to understand teenagers.  And she walked off to the not so regal subway to go home to prepare the royal banquet.

They still lived happily ever after…..





43 thoughts on “The Queen Can’t Win

    1. My daughter is 15, almost 16. I give a lot of compliments, every day I find a way to praise her. But, if she has how she did on something I am dead honest. She won’t get better if I don’t show her where she can improve. But yeah….it’s a fine line telling them they’re great, yet telling them they’re not always great. I wrote a post about this recently, but for the life of me I can’t remember the title (yeah age….love it)

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  1. I survived being the mother of not one, but two teenage daughters. It’s less tricky now they’re in their twenties. Or perhaps it’s simply negotiating a different sort of mine field.
    I adore the way you tell these stories!

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      1. You’re so welcome!
        You know, my initial instinct would be to downplay your lovely compliment. But I worked my booty off being their Momma so I’m going to take your compliment with joy and gratitude.
        I am a force to be reckoned with! I wish you every possible joy in parenting your Princess! ❤

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  2. The thing to remember when you are the mother of a teenage girl is that they will always tell you that you are “wrong,” one way or another. Either too critical, or not taking their problems seriously enough if God forbid you try to cheer them up, hanging around too often, or not there enough. It’s just their way to work through their own insecurities.
    I tried to remind myself of that when my daughter was a teen (for what seemed like forever), but some days her attitude still hurt my feelings. And I also learned that it was okay for me to turn and walk away if I felt overwhelmed by it, simply saying “we’ll talk about this later, when you can be more civil to me.” I think it was okay for her understand that I had feelings, too.

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    1. I am learning that I need to walk away sometimes! There are times you feel like you can’t ever do anything right! I have actually said that she has hurt my feelings with things, and she’s oblivious!! Luckily it only lasts a few years (though, as stated….seems like forever). Thanks for reminding me that it will end eventually!!

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  3. No, probably you don;t want to understand them. I never understood my own, and I don’t always understand them now they are (supposedly) grown up.

    But now we have a teenaged grandson living with us for various reasons. I don’t understand him half the time.


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