It started with a small bowl of potato chips.
But it quickly became a knock down drag it out with the teenager.
Of course, as with everything else in life with a teenager, it was about so much more than that. And so much less.
The boy was unyielding. Relentless in his defiance, defending and excuses.
He was utterly disrespectful and bordering on rude. Henry talked to him. I talked to him.
The boy didn’t budge.
We even went to bed frustrated and without any pleasantries. It was truly one of those fine mom moments.
And then this morning, like a miracle, he got up and I happened to be in the laundry room right outside his door. Without hesitation, he came and gave me a hug, apologized for being so terrible, and told me he loves me.
Let me restate that – he apologized for being terrible. And he gave me a hug!
This from the child who, in the course of his life, has rarely apologized for anything. Ever.
And unsolicited displays of affection? Let me reiterate that he is a teenager. And a he.
We are not the worst parents ever. (Yet.)
Maybe we are doing something right.
I won’t get ahead of myself, but it is nice to know that as he seemingly grows inches every day, his voice continues to sound more goose-like and less little-boy-like, and the hair on his face thickens, he is maturing in other ways too.
And maybe, just maybe we’re doing something right.
There is hope for us all yet.
I think I’ll reward myself with a bowl of potato chips 🙂