She hath wings

Tonight I made an observation that gave me (and the plaster on the walls) hope. My teen actually hugged me, accepted my apology for chiding too much and… didn’t slam the door.

Projectiles were thrown earlier (I’m getting better at dodging them!) and I got called an idiot and a moron but… the door wasn’t slammed. It was truly a win tonight.

Yesterday he had finished writing one of the hardest pieces of writing he will ever have to craft. He did it so well. I believe it was cathartic. May it influence the right people and help him too. Afterwards there was calm. He had been heard.

How often do we as parents, think we have to say everything first. My teen has a lot of great things to say, but it has to be his timing. I’m learning to overlook the insults and smile that I have been noticed in the room, not just the screen in front of him.

Celebrate the wins. Door open- that’s a bonus. Door not slammed- it was a good day!