My announcement came as “I’m banning y’all from the living room now.”
They got up and left in a huff.
Fake passive-aggressive commentary on my lack of love for them.
This is THE QUIET ROOM, People!
Yesterday just meeting some friends at the mall turned into spending the night with Zoe and then come home to get stuff and oh Shay’s coming with but also we need to drive to Shay’s house so she can get her stuff too, so I put on the bra and the pants and the shoes and drove them to Shay’s house, where I was informed I wasn’t waiting for Shay to get her stuff, because Shay’s mom would drive them to Zoe’s and then today I was informed they’d be home early and also Shay would be returning to our house until her mom comes to fetch her later.
I am no stranger to their breathless run-on sentences. I often exhale them myself.
I’ve done all this before.
From both sides now.
They’re masterminds, teenage girls are.
They’ve got agendas.
They’ve completed their homework.
They’ve pooled their money.
They’ve carefully selected the right clothes and accessories.
They’ve packed their bags with stuffies and hairbands and blankets.
They’ve crafted a presentation.
Most importantly, they know which parents to target for each plot line in the facilitation of their agenda.
I don’t worry about their leadership or problem-solving skills. Teenage girls devise a plan to be with nine friends in eight places over the course of three days and by golly, they make it happen!
The boy one was not like this as a teenager. Bubba was far less social. Rarely, he came down and asked, “Can I go to Justin’s?” and we said yes and then I tried to convince him to wear a hoodie in case he got cold and he took his hoodie to the car and I drove him to Justin’s, where he left his hoodie in the car, and he called when he wanted to come home later. When he came home, he reported an “Okay” time even though he and Justin did “Nothing.”
The girls do not do nothing and their somethings spread their emotions from one side of the spectrum to the other. And they want to tell you all about it because they’re little women.
I’ve been trying to collect my swirling thoughts, but there were too many people in the room and Sassy’s feet were on my sofa cushion and people were laughing interjections, squealing fragments of had-to-be-there jokes and I couldn’t catch my thoughts at all. I was probably going to write some profoundly brilliant shit today, but instead, this.
Perhaps the profundity of this post is my own acknowledgement that during my years as a teenage mastermind, lifetime friendships were forged. In this time, this squealing, giggling, insecure, crying, learning, emergent time, friendships deepen.
That friendship may save them a thousand times over for the rest of their lives.
I had to tell you all about it, and with run-ons, because woman.