Alert: heavy eye-rolling emojis ahead. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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Those of you who read here even occasionally know I have a teenager.
My teen-aged boy is the light of my life, even though he’s driving me nuts. 🙃
There’s an argumentative nature in him that is new(ish) and my challenge is to disallow myself from getting engaged in his negotiations.
This is much harder to do than it appears!
He’s only 13, so this trait, or characteristic, is gonna stick around for a bit, me thinks. Right?
Anyway, we had a good evening after some heavy debating last night over video game allowances and kitchen duty. 🙄 I give my parenting an 80% yesterday…there’s always room for more improvement on the horizon but I managed to go to bed without researching Military Boarding Schools on the World Wide Web, so there’s that. 🙄 🙃
So anyway, this morning the three of them left without anyone needing a megaphone to get out of bed, or repetitive drill-sergeant-like commanding to hurry up if they want a lift with dad.
But, as these things go, there had to be a little bit of a snarky exchange between the siblings and some hurling of sisterly insults halfway out the door by the boy child. I made a small comment under my breath, refusing to get into it thisclose to them being out of my hair, but he still gave me a look of exasperation. If you have or had a teenager, you know the look I’m talking g about. 🙄😉
But then, something wonderful happened. So wonderful that my entire day today is looking up.❤
As they were pulling out of the driveway, my teen-aged boy, my light if my life, waved to me.
He waved goodbye to his mom standing at the door.
I’ll take it, thank you very much.