About first loves, her middle school self "She's so cute but needs a big booty, a big booty-licious butt!" Endless ribbons, all colors and textures resemble tangled spaghetti at one end of the table buttons fill a small Mason jar nearby today was meant for cleaning messes not making them, but crafting wins–at least she's off her phone "The first person you date isn't necessarily the one you love..." "Umm...hmm.." I've learned to nod in agreement Listen No need to comment No need to disagree Just listen, while draft ideas struggle to be written She's quiet now, concentrating on re-stuffing a critter she's making from unworn socks The washing machine whirrs through it's Saturday load of laundry Why must weekends skip through time in such a hurry? She stitches the project closed, the one with the big, booty-licious butt "Our school has a confessions page..." "There's this influncer..." Laundry needs drying We save daylight later tonight but didn't the day just begin? She sews I draft She's talking again
Your title says it all. When my own were teens, I put them in the car – no distractions – and they talked, We lived on top of a mountain and everything was at least 20 minutes away
The car is also a great place for chatting or eavesdropping when it’s packed with friends. Fortunately, the conversations are lasting a little longer and pop in more frequently.
Such a precious moment in time to memorialize. I could see the two of you at the table, pencil in your hand, needle in hers. Just know that those connections do last; my three-decades-old child called today to ask about remedies for an upset tummy, and then called later to tell me they worked. Happy sighs.
Chris, thank you for reassuring me. Man-child comes around and calls just to check in, which is great. This one is coming around, thankfully. Having been a teen doesn’t mean you know how to mother one, lol!
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Your title says it all. When my own were teens, I put them in the car – no distractions – and they talked, We lived on top of a mountain and everything was at least 20 minutes away
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The car is also a great place for chatting or eavesdropping when it’s packed with friends. Fortunately, the conversations are lasting a little longer and pop in more frequently.
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Such a precious moment in time to memorialize. I could see the two of you at the table, pencil in your hand, needle in hers. Just know that those connections do last; my three-decades-old child called today to ask about remedies for an upset tummy, and then called later to tell me they worked. Happy sighs.
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Chris, thank you for reassuring me. Man-child comes around and calls just to check in, which is great. This one is coming around, thankfully. Having been a teen doesn’t mean you know how to mother one, lol!
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These are moments to memorialize and remember. They touch your heart and hers. Save them, savor them. I know you do.
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Irene, if I could bottle them up I’d do it in a heartbeat!
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