Can't we just be happy?

Poor Madison. 6 years old and already a teenager. Just confirmed by her kindergarten teacher. I had my parent teacher conference yesterday. Academically she's moving along, I mean yes she hits bumps here and there and mixes up sounds here and there, but hey she's chinese and comes from a family that speaks a little of both and so I give her that. She's quiet at school...but when she comes home and the behavior I describe of her at home...she's a teenager.

I know they start early these days...but at 6?!?! If preteens or tweeny years now start at 10 and mine is now 6 I'm suppose add on 4 years to that?!?! I can't! This morning she decides she wants to wear her new outfit we bought last weekend. Very cute poofie skirt with black leggings and a t shirt with a rocker girl's face on it with a little glitter layered with a black shirt. Loved it. Well then the complaints rolled in...the t shirt is too long and covered the skirt and if you pulled up the t shirt the girl's face isn't straight...OMG!

I am so struggling to find that common ground with my daughter. My husband and I are both sports people and so is Tyler and thought she would be too since we started them young. But she told us at a young age that nope, she didn't like it, she did try it, but did not like it. We are doing Daisy Scouts where they do arts and crafts and yoga and sing songs and nope, she doesn't like that! she just wants to stay home. But even at home she claims to be bored and isn't happy. Please buy me a vowel, throw me a bone...anything!

How can a child in today's world with so many opportunities offered to her have so much to complain about and be upset about? I'm not shoveling her off and not being with her. I just want her to experience and learn about things out there and to expand her skills. She can be a great artist! She has great drawing skills! She loves to draw...at home. I would have LOVED to have had these opportunities when I was her age, but could not because my parents were always at work and I was at my aunt's house who took care of us while my parents worked.