I know I wrote on Monday that I wasn’t going to talk about my tween and her tweendom.
So this might seem contradictory. Sorry about that.
I’m going to strive not to talk about the personal “stuff” a tween (and her beleagured mother) goes through.
This? Is too good to pass up.
I read in a book (can’t remember which one), that if a mother ever doubts she’s the #1 person in her tween/teen/early adult child’s life, you need only watch Spring Break clips.
What is practically every child yelling into the camera?
It’s true, isn’t it? Almost every clip I see of older kids reveling in their freedoms, more than one always yells out a “hi mom!”
And that happened this summer in our house too.
MY tween was cast in a Summer play with Columbus Children’s Theatre and had to write her own bio for the program.
We decided to write it at the pool one day. She brainstormed from the list of what’s important to include:
Interests and hobbies
When we arrived at the “thank you” part, I said, “do you want to say ‘thanks to my friends and family?”
“No, I want to say ‘thanks to my family, especially my mom, for their support.”
Knock me down with a feather.
I said, probably in a pathetic display of neediness and I’m sure I had my super squeaky, shocked voice going on, “Really? What makes you say it that way?”
And she said, “Well, you have been taking me back and forth to the practices all summer long. I figure an extra thank you’s needed for that.”
(And yes, I counted. By the end of her experience I’d shuttled her back and forth 92 times.)
I may have cried. At the pool.
Kids – there’s nothing in the world harder than raising them.
But you get moments, these brilliant, shining moments of love that makes everything, EVERYTHING about it worthwhile.
Happy weekend. Hug your kids. Even if they’re old enough to bristle and pretend they don’t want it. They do.