The Best Part About Mothering Teens
It's all too easy to gripe about the perils of mothering teens: the toxic waste dump your child calls My Room, as in: "it's My Room, My Moldy Coffee Cup, My Lump of Clothes." Also, the Teen Diet, which consists of fat, sugar and whatever healthy thing you serve sitting on their plate while they mentally calculate how many GirlScout cookies they can sneak upstairs after dinner.
Also there is the Teaching Your Teen to Drive moment, which, when you are not driving yourself would involve a fortifying glass of wine beforehand but it's setting a bad example and makes you look like a lush at 3:00 in the afternoon.
Alright, I'm getting to the good part. The good part is trying on clothes at H & M with your young teen who has talked you into a skirt to wear to the Romance Writers of America Conference. Your theory is that although no one will have heard of your book, maybe someone will talk to you if you look interesting, well dressed and awake.
So you try on the skirt. And yell to your daughter, in the dressing room across the hallway. She opens the door and tells you that the skirt is fabulous, which nearly makes you faint. It's a skirt you would never have picked out for yourself although, it's very cute.
Furthermore, your teen keeps opening the door to her dressing room and asks your opinion. You end up laughing about the really bad choices, agreeing on the really good ones. You have a great, great time. Your teen helps you pick out 2 cheap scarves for your parents' exchange students as an Easter present. The whole thing takes less than an hour. You drive across the Lake Washington Floating Bridge in the rain, listening to the radio and talk about nothing in particular.
It's the best shopping trip in recent memory. (I hate shopping.) More than that, it's 3 hours with a kid who is on the brink of flying the nest. High school, sports, boys and college will drag her away from you slowly but surely. Moments like this will become a thing of memory.
And it's a great memory.
Happy Thursday!
Also there is the Teaching Your Teen to Drive moment, which, when you are not driving yourself would involve a fortifying glass of wine beforehand but it's setting a bad example and makes you look like a lush at 3:00 in the afternoon.
Alright, I'm getting to the good part. The good part is trying on clothes at H & M with your young teen who has talked you into a skirt to wear to the Romance Writers of America Conference. Your theory is that although no one will have heard of your book, maybe someone will talk to you if you look interesting, well dressed and awake.
So you try on the skirt. And yell to your daughter, in the dressing room across the hallway. She opens the door and tells you that the skirt is fabulous, which nearly makes you faint. It's a skirt you would never have picked out for yourself although, it's very cute.
Furthermore, your teen keeps opening the door to her dressing room and asks your opinion. You end up laughing about the really bad choices, agreeing on the really good ones. You have a great, great time. Your teen helps you pick out 2 cheap scarves for your parents' exchange students as an Easter present. The whole thing takes less than an hour. You drive across the Lake Washington Floating Bridge in the rain, listening to the radio and talk about nothing in particular.
It's the best shopping trip in recent memory. (I hate shopping.) More than that, it's 3 hours with a kid who is on the brink of flying the nest. High school, sports, boys and college will drag her away from you slowly but surely. Moments like this will become a thing of memory.
And it's a great memory.
Happy Thursday!
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