She's a Tween. A Pre-Teen. Tweens are from the ages of 9-12.
Google Search "Tween girl development."
And read it.
I have a 10 year old.
But all her life, I always tried to nurture a good relationship with her... so that, once she became this age and older, we would have a good relationship already.
This does not mean being a "buddy." But being a Mom... that she feels good about and can be open with, and knows... that I accept her for who she is.
And we are, close.
But sure, even great kids can push our buttons.
At least for me and my daughter, we chat often. I like to know her feelings and thoughts. I don't judge her. But I guide, her.
Growing up, my Mom was very, non-nurturing. She didn't even "connect" with her kids. She was cold and punitive. That did not nurture a positive relationship with us. So, instead, we were close with our Dad.
And my older sibling, had BATTLES with my Mom, ALL HER LIFE. Even now as an adult. They do not have a nice foundation of a relationship.
Even when I was a kid, I told myself, I would not do that, to my own child.
And I remember that.
But the reason they do not get along nor are close is because: my Mom just never could accept my sibling for who she was, nor believe in her. At all. Even though, she is highly smart and highly successful. My Mom can just never be positive or motherly, with her. They do not... like... each... other. At all.
And, even as an adult... this sibling will say how she hates... how our Mom treated her or treats her.
So that is just my experience as a kid and now, as a Mom myself.
And how it can affect kids and their relationship with their Mom.
A child... KNOWS when their own Mom, does not "like" them.
My sibling knew.
She'd always say "Mom, doesn't like me."
And she still does. Even as a grown adult.
It has left their relationship, sour. Always.
They did not, "bond."
My Mom, never "bonded" with my sibling.
A child, knows when their Mom resents them.
My Mom, never did "like" my sibling's personality... which was and is, VERY strong willed and just very very strong, and sure, not pleasant.
As such, my Mom was not close to her. And my sibling, felt it.
That alone, affected her and how she "got along" with my Mom or not.
The thing is, sure a kid goes through many phases and age related phases... but, a key thing with any child is, if they do not feel loved or accepted or "liked" or if they feel resented... it affects them and their emotions and relationships.
Because my sibling had a conflicted relationship with my Mom, her Teen years were turbulent... and she sought, negative friends and relationships just for attention. But it did not, make her feel, "accepted" even with outside the family, friends.
So keep that, in mind.
No matter how difficult a child may be... they still need their Mom. Some more desperately than others.
And, they need to know, that their Mom loves them, no matter what or no matter how icky they might be.
How about you just be honest with her?
Meaning, telling her you are a Mom and you love her endlessly... but you are human and you don't know everything. But if she can "help" you... by chatting and you and her do things that she likes etc. Tell her that always "debating" everything with her, is futile. She doesn't have to prove anything to you. (my sibling was like that to my Mom, I know what you mean). My sibling, never got over the "habit" of having to debate my Mom and PROVING she was good with everything. And yes, it is exhausting.
At a certain point, there has to be an admittance, of it. Both of you.
And "why" does your daughter always feel... she has to always prove herself to you????
Why not just tell her, it is annoying??? And its like walking on eggshells?
And why can't the both of you just talk like normal people to each other?
I know for my sibling... my Mom just always gave the "vibe" that nothing she did was good enough. Even if she was highly decorated as a student and as a professional in her career.
My Mom never really even hugged my sibling nor even told her "I love you" verbally. And when or if she did, my Mom sounded perfunctory about it, and like it was rehearsed. Not warm and fuzzy. My sibling when younger, even told my Mom, she WISHED she had a warm and fuzzy Mom... who hugged her etc.
Just some examples.