In the past week, we have experienced
- curfew battles
- playing one parent off another
- plenty of eye-rolling, stomping up the stairs and slamming of the bedroom door
- The Silent Treatment
- and an ill-fated trip to the mall.
But we've also got a teenager who dissuades her younger brother from styling his hair like Eddie Munster, who "takes" me grocery shopping so she can do all the heavy lifting, pushing and loading that I can't do, who takes 3 AM phone calls from friends in despair over a family member's bad health and questioning the existence and benevolence of God. While I'm not thrilled over a 3 AM phone call, I am so gratified to know that when her friends have crises like that, they turn to her. That says a whole lot about my daughter, right there.
I've got to take the bad with the good here. A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. Ultimately, I think I've got a good kid, and maybe her friends are good kids too, but I don't know them well enough to really determine that.
Today is the feast of St. Aloysius Gonzaga, patron of teenagers. And they need his intercession and inspiration more than ever. So today, I prayed for that bunch of teenagers (and they still need a nickname). And I'm on my way to the supermarket, driven by my very own teenager, to stock the fridge with sodas so her friends will find something cold to drink when they show up later.