I’m probably not going to get used to my teenager using the phone all the time. Half of the time the phone rings, she’s the one running to answer. It’s okay, we all know already. It’s for her.
(Wow, did I just say that? Teenager. Whoa.)
Lately, though, in true teenager-type fashion, they discovered the beauty of the phone function “Three Way Calling”. Ah yes. So now, instead of her tying up both home phone lines, they call each other using “Three Way” and talk all at once. The giggling, the gossip, the plotting for this weekend’s sleepovers, now centralized without tying up both phone lines. Sweet.
I’m probably dating myself when I say that, they had only just come out with that feature when I was maybe her age. Maybe. *cough*
(Still reeling over referring to my oldest as a t-e-e-n-a-g-e-r. Wow. When did that happen?)
It’s a little surreal to see her gabbing it up with her friends every night, being goofy, with their little ‘sayings’ like ‘Hey peoples’ and such. But I also adore it. Every single solitary minute of it.
She’s really broken through this year. She’s so much more responsible than she used to be. She’s such the big sister, really taking the little ones under her wing and wanting to take care of them and help when she’s needed. She’s almost a straight A student, too.
I can’t believe how lucky we are.
I’m thankful because she isn’t the what’s considered ‘normal’ teenager attached to a cell phone, like the ones I see roaming our neighborhood. (You already know how I feel about cell phones and teens.) Some of these girls I see scare me, texting, chatting, their foul language and prissy demeanor. Their little ‘attitudes’ and lack of respect for others. Ugh.
My daughter isn’t like them, thankfully. She’s plain, beautiful in that ‘girl next door’ kind of way. She isn’t fake. She isn’t flashy. She’s not outrageous, blatant or boisterous. She’s her, all her, and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of her quirkiness. She’s quiet. Laid back. A person of her own.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
