Happy Day to you, my awesomenesses!
Now that my teens are off to school, I have to tell you:
This day started out crazy . . . in an “I-wouldn’t-change-a-thing” kind of way.
As any other day, I got up before my teens to ensure that one, I was infused with caffeine before the mom-drill started; and two, I got a bit of writing time in while my mind was still fresh – and before the rest of the world leaped into my in-box.
Then I put a couple of eggs on because I’ve learned from experience that calling my sleepy-eyed teens to the table is so much easier (read: less frustrating for everyone involved) than asking them what they want for breakfast.
Time to wake up the kids from their dawn-of-the-teenage-dead-of-sleep
This is something I’ve learned to do with ninja-like caution. Why? Because you never know from what angle the hormones are going to fling upon their wake. Also, I’m pretty sure that awakening teenagers was part of Bruce Lee’s training.
First, my son because he’s become the type of person who jumps in the shower upon rising.
On his way to the bathroom I got this:
”I don’t want you to tuck me in at night anymore.”
”But why?” I asked.
”Because I’m 15. And it’s embarrassing.”
When I walked into my daughter’s room she was already up.
”Ugh. I want to stab this mirror in the face!”
”Um. Okay. Because . . .?”
”Look at my hair. It’s bipolar!”
And where’s the part that I wouldn’t change, you ask?
All of it.
Remember the eggs? Well once my teenagers got all of the hormonal junk out of their systems, we – surprisingly – had a real sit-down meal. With CONVERSATION.
My daughter told me about what she was learning in her after-school improve class and I learned that my son loves the violin. (Who’da thought?)
It was the best ten minutes we’ve shared in a long time.
I’m happy to report that underneath the chemistry project that is my teenagers, my babies are still my babies.