Raising teenagers is challenging.
It’s kind of like running a marathon and you’re tired and exhausted and worn out and you think you’re almost done and the light at the end of the tunnel is shining brighter and brighter.
Somewhere around the last couple of miles…
….someone throws a mountain onto the course.
Don’t lose hope.
Don’t be sad.
Don’t despair and raise your hands and sigh and throw in the towel.
Just listen to life advice from a house plant.
We have company coming and it was a cleaning and swiping and swishing and dusting and picking up and prying dried cereal off the floor kind of day.
One of the twins helped me.
She emptied the dishwasher and I wiped down the counters and tucked succulents into a tiny wire container on the kitchen island.
We talked while we worked.
And of course….
….the conversation turned to boys.
I heard all the middle school gossip. How this person liked that person and this girl had her heart broken and this boy ignored her and someone texted someone and then they never texted back.
It was all a little heartbreaking.
Somewhere between my then and her now, I had forgotten how hard the whole thing was.
“Why? Why, mom?” she asked me. “Why do some boys act like that? It’s all so confusing.”
“I know,” I told her. “Boys talk an entirely different language and it’s not easy to understand.”
“They are so weird,” she said frowning. “Sometimes they act like they like you and sometimes they tell their friends that they like you and the whole school thinks that they like you. But then? When you like them back they act like don’t like you any more.”
How could I explain all about boys and the whole liking and not liking thing and the entire pitfall-filled world of middle school relationships?
I needed a piece of sage advice.
I needed brilliance and cleverness and empathiness and listeningness and an extra dose of Brady Bunch wisdom.
I needed help.
(total aside: I really needed my mother, but she lives five states away.)
Frantically, I searched my heart and the room for inspiration.
Suddenly I saw it.
There it was.
The answer was right in front of me on my kitchen island.
Inspired, I took a breath, squared my shoulders, reached deep into my vault of completely solicited advice, stared down into those two beautiful blue eyes surrounded by braids and curls and freckles….
…..and imparted the wisdom of the ages.
“Boys are a lot like these succulents,” I said. “They both do a lot better if you just ignore them.”
Sometimes all you need is…
…a little plant advice mike drop.
PS I’m calling my mother to tell her all about it. 🙂