Both my children are home for most of the summer.
Ain't we got fun?
Petra, my younger, seems to have suddenly realized that she is fifteen, and therefore all words which proceed from my mouth are to be met with just the tiniest flicker of an eyeroll. This morning, when I mentioned the pit of Gehenna that is her bedroom floor, she... snorted.
Mourn with me, daughters of Jerusalem.
We used to be best pals, best buds. Many late evenings you can still find us, lumped together on the living room couch like a pile of puppies, watching dvd's of this or that (we're currently moving through all seven seasons of a perennial favorite, "The Gilmore Girls." Does that detail alone illuminate my distress?)
In two weeks she heads off on an Excellent European Adventure through an outfit I originally confused with "Up With People," but which turns out to be a rather serious student ambassador situation. But today, the effort to get her to pick up one piece of clothing from aforementioned bedroom floor may drive both of us over the brink of madness.
Then there's Larry-O. He too is headed off shortly for a summer class in New England. He is miserable to be home. He is mostly polite, but time in the Big City has rendered our Humble Town just a little too small for the likes of him.
We also are having the tiniest difficulty maneuvering the brave new world of parents and children all on Facebook at the same time.
Does a mother respond to her child's status updates, when said updates sound a kind of alarm in her? When they sound like... oh, the child is in distress, or perhaps engaging in activities that might be... well, not so great?
Turns out, no. It is the Rubicon which the mother must. not. cross. On pain of scorn, derision, and the odd temper tantrum.
You know, I was never the mother who said, "Oh, I just loved them when they were little... those were the days!" I did love them, of course, when they were little. But I always, always thought the cool part would be when they became the people they were destined to be-- the grown-ups. Unexpected, mysterious-- I couldn't wait!
Are we there yet?