“So we just started Despicable Me and the pyramid just deflated and I automatically saw the old lady in the front. ARGGGHH!”
This incoming text causes me to smile as I think of the scene my daughter is referencing in this movie. It brings a little piece of backwards joy to my heart when I envision her laughing at the inside joke we share. No details needed. Just a fond memory shared between us. In this season, it seems like these moments are getting fewer and farther between.
We are in the frustrating season of the teenage years. Most days, I am stuck dead center between being the proudest mom in the world and wondering why on earth there are teenagers. Sometimes within moments of each other. The emotional level is constantly shifting while I witness my child grasping for every ounce of independence she can get her hands on. We are in crunch time. At this point, I am her coach. I have given her basic character building blocks and now I am standing on the sideline position, doing my best to guide her along her final steps to truly being an adult. To tell you the truth, I truly feel like I am failing her. Even on my best days.
Just when I think I have lost the ability to communicate, she breaks through the alien barriers of the teenage years and my little girl emerges once more. She says things like, ” I started a new bible reading plan. I am going to read the bible in a year. Can I show you how the passages break down?” She shows me a purity ring she wants that outwardly represents an internal choice she made when entering her freshman year of high school. Or, she sends me a text reminding me that I pointed out a braless old woman standing in front of a deflating pyramid in a kids movie.
Just when I think I’m getting it all wrong, I realize that I must have done a few things right. Just when I think she has tuned me out, I realize that she has heard me and I still have positive influence. Just when I think this season will produce nothing but hopelessness & frustration, a young lady with an authentically beautiful character breaks through the drama and clutter to reveal who she is becoming in these transitional years. Just when I think I am ready to give up, I realize that I wouldn’t trade being her mom for anything in the world.