title: Between Baby Dolls and Boyfriends: How to Successfully Navigate Your Daughter's Tween Years
author:  Debi Smith-Racanelli MA 
description: <span>Reviewed By Mamta Madhavan for Readers' Favorite<br /><br />Between Baby Dolls and Boyfriends: How to Successfully Navigate Your Daughter's Tween Years by Debi Smith-Racanelli and Kendall Racanelli is a useful tool for all parents, especially moms, to bring them closer to their tweens. The years 9-12, the tween years, are challenging for most parents to deal with and the author's insight as both a mom and a psychologist will guide all parents to find out where they are and where they would like to be when it comes to raising their tweens. The book also covers the timeless issues - uncomfortable sex talks, being embarrassed by parents, and kids' complaints about rules and limits.<br /><br /> The book is a fun read with tips and suggestions on how to stay connected with their daughters during their tween years, and also how to handle issues like social media, bullies, cyber bullies, friends, and much more. The author handles a broad range of topics related to this and does so methodically and extensively in a manner that is easily applied to one's thinking process while they go through a time filled with challenges, doubts, second-guessing, and frustrations. The love, laughter, and triumph a mother shares with her tween daughter is also highlighted, along with their psychological and physical development during those years.<br /><br /> The book not only gives statistical and developmental information, but also makes parents think about what their tween must be doing and gives them techniques on how to accept, understand, or modify it. Moreover, the book will help parents understand their own parenting style and be able to yoke it together with the information, giving a strong support for their daughters.</span>
zlib_text: Until the End
  Abbi Glines
  
  Chapter One
  Present Day
  Rock
  “Daddy, watch this!” Daisy May exclaimed excitedly. As if she
  didn’t already have my complete attention.
  “I’m watching,” I assured her.
  She ran and began doing cartwheels across the backyard
  before flipping backward into what I now knew was called a
  back handspring. My baby girl was a little gymnast, and with
  that came a lot of practices. But every time she beamed at me
  and said, “Daddy, watch this!” I couldn’t think of anything
  else I’d rather watch.
  The past two and a half years of being my little girl’s daddy
  had been some of the best years of my life. Only one other
  smile moved me as much as Daisy May’s.
  Trisha stepped out the back door, smiling at me, with two
  glasses of lemonade in her hands. That smile was the other one
  that owned me. Daisy May had become my little girl a few
  years ago, but Trisha had been my girl for much longer. I had
  been entranced by the teenager who wouldn’t give me the time
  of day, and completely capt