Parenting teenagers can be really difficult sometimes. They don’t listen. They talk back. They scream at you. You are the worst mom in the whole world. So-and-so’s mom would never make her kids do that. They hate you. You ruin EVERYTHING. They can’t wait to move out of your house and live their own lives without you breathing down their necks all the time.
But then…. sometimes a little thing can happen that makes you forget all of that, even if it’s just for a little while. You get a tiny breakthrough.
Today I let my 16-year-old spend the night at a friend’s house, and as a surprise I brought them some pizza and a 2-litre of his favorite, highly caffeinated soda. His friend’s mom was thankful and we had a brief chat while the boys gathered plates and cups. My son came over and said thank you, which was nice. BUT THEN…. he gave me a hug. Not just a half-second, one-armed teenager-in-front-of-his-friends hug, but a real, two-armed, “you are the best mom ever” kind of hug (in full view of his friend!)
*Cue exploding heart*
Day = made.