Right now, I am writing you from the airport about to put part of my heart on an airplane by herself. Hope, my almost 14 year old, is flying to Disney World to meet up with her best friend’s family for a week of fun, sun, and plenty of silliness. My little girl is growing up.
In an effort to make myself feel better and to connect with her on a very deep level, I’ve decided to interview her for today’s blog while we wait for her to board the plane.
Me: What makes you feel loved by me and Dad?
Hope: “When you get me things that I desperately need- like unlimited text messaging for my cell phone.”
Me: What do parents do that really get on their teens nerves?
Hope: “They don’t get you unlimited text messaging on their phone- that is really awful. They don’t understand them sometimes. If they would just listen teens are actually right some of the time. (she actually said most of the time but since I have editorial control—and way more wisdom— it is some of the time. I love being the mom!)
Me: What will you do differently when you are a mom?
Hope: “I will pay their bills because I will see that they need unlimited text messaging. I won’t make them do chores and jobs to earn their own money— ahem—I will just be the funnest mom ever.”
We interrupt this interview because her cell phone just rang. She is already out of text messages for this month- one week into this billing cycle. She now has to talk to her friends instead of texting– a complete and utter shame.
She is in the process of solving the problems of the world by discussing who likes who and why that person should not text that boy so much.
Me: Define true love:
Hope: “When your eyes connect together and you just know in your heart that he’s the one. HaHa. Okay, Mom, back to the texting thing- you can get unlimited texting for your whole family for only $30 a month and I think you and Dad should pay for that.”
(I feel a lecture coming on and I’m getting less and less sentimental about putting her on that plane.)
Me: What will you do when you’re like 25 years old and a boy tries to kiss you?
Hope: “Mom! At 25? I would kiss him back DUH.”
Me: You better just send him a little TEXT MESSAGE that says, “No kissy, no huggie ’till I get a weddin‘ ring!” That’s some great wisdom straight from a country song that you would do well to memorize.
Me: Do you have anything else you would like to share?
Hope: Can I use your computer?
(Now, the mist in my eyes has totally evaporated and I’m really okay with her leaving.)
Okay— here’s a little update about what happened as I said goodbye to her at the gate:
Me: I love you sweetheart.
Hope: I love you too, Mom. (She wrapped one arm around me and gave me that look that says, Even when I try to act all cool, I’m still you’re little girl.)
Oh dear- the mist is back.
And the Winner from my last post’s contest is: