I’ve been giving the teenager more and more responsibility and to whom much is given, much is required. Right? I can tell she’s been frustrated by my pulling back on the babying. This morning as she was leaving for school she shouted: “Will you water my plants?” When I replied in the negative she whined, “But I don’t have time and I work tonight and they need to be watered!”
“Hey, you started those things, they’re your babies not mine, and you need to take care of your own things. You have to get used to doing everything for yourself before you leave for college.”
She ranted how she’s been doing EVERYthing for herself now and she just wanted to know if I’d do that ONE LITTLE THING and then she and her hair flew out the door.
Three minutes later she called.
“Mommy? Can you do me a favor? I forgot my Spanish book…”
“Then come back and get it. So you’ll be a few minutes late to school.”
“But you always bring the stuff I forget!”
Not this time, 12th grader. Oh, she’s testing me. Just about an hour later I got this text: “My fingers are swelling up. I was outside helping with the nature trail. What should I do?”
Fingers swelling? What the heck? But I calmly texted her to wash them and go see the nurse. Of course now I’m biting my nails wondering what is wrong with her hands. Dang it’s hard to let them take care of things themselves.
I’m not watering those.