Okay, for this to make sense, think of your own teen. The one that never wanted people to see you with them. First, I insist that there be a hug before I drop her off at camp in the mornings. She never hugs back.
But, I don't care. I call her a pain in the rear...sometimes. And, other times, I use another word. But, if there's no hug, there is a good chance that I will embarass her in front of the whole camp. And, she knows I might do it.
"Yoohoo! Sydney! Bye!!! Sydney! Tooooooodles! Have a terrific day, sweetie-pie!" air kiss, air kiss.
I've done it before, much to the amusement of the other campers and counselors.
Okay, not in a really long time. Long enough ago that it didn't make her consider my untimely demise and the selling of my sewing machines for a dollar each (her favorite threat). But she just never knows if and when I might do that again, so she complies with my requirement of a good bye hug in the parking lot, even if it as warm and affectionate as hugging a sign post.
Usually, we come out of the doors of the Y, where the campers meet every morning, and I go sign her in and she walks away like we just coincidentally got there at the same time. She'll sit with her back to me so I can't catch her eye to wave.
I don't know what I did right this morning, but today, when I looked back before I left, she met my eye and when I gave a little finger wave, she gave one back. Discreet? yes. Just the tiniest movement of her fingers. But an acknowledgment, nonetheless. And a small smile.
I will live on that all day. Because, by the time she gets home, after spending her allowance on sugary drinks, she will be the grumpiest, moodiest, tiredest, most cranky little pain in the whatever word you want to use that she can be.
But, she's doing the dishes every night. She gripes a bit and asks why I'm not doing them, implying that because my legs are not broken, I should be doing everything, but she does 'em.
Other than that, I'm just working on the red backpack. I have the front outer cover made, including the two flapped pockets. Pictures later as I move to the next step.
Have a good Friday. I'll be smiling my stupid, happy parent smile.