And for most moms of teenagers, I can pretty much just stop there. Because you know. You get it. I have to seize my moments, making the most of the golden hours when she actually doesn’t seem to mind being around me.
Most of the time I get one or more of any of the following: the infamous eye roll, the talk to the texting hand, the not now groan, the “what?” (Which needs no further explanation because all moms of teenagers heard exactly the pitch I’m referring to while reading that), or nothing at all because she’s been squirreled away up in her room all day.
All normal. All natural.
But that’s what makes what I’m about to share so special.
We had one of those irresistible breakthrough days yesterday.
We slipped into one of my favorite zones—the carefree, cut loose, bond-like-we’ve-never-bonded-before zone.
We went shopping. And the point wasn’t to rack up a whopping credit card bill. Nope. We did find a few things, but we had the most fun acting as ludicrous personal shoppers for one another. We had one rule. The other person must try on everything selected for them. (Images burned into my brain: me in the gold dress and my daughter donning the palm tree sweater.)
My daughter picked out these pants for me to squeeze into.
As a joke, I had her try on this frumpy frump.
*she gave me permission to post this pic
Because I’m a rock star.
And we laughed until I nearly split those shiny blue pants.
I savored every single second.
Because I remember when she looked like this…
And I remember when I felt like this…
And moments like what I just described are exactly what I’ll be thinking about the next time she stomps up the stairs telling me I don’t understand anything.