We have one chick left in the nest, Teenaged Daughter. She's a great girl and a wonderful daughter. Here she is:
My Older Daughter (who doesn't yet want me blogging about her) looks so much like Teenaged Daughter they could be twins, but she has a very bohemian fashion sense. She loves to shop vintage shops and also delights in taking apart clothes and resewing them to fit her fashion tastes. She is a free spirit and wildly creative. She still gave me big kisses on the cheek when I was dropping her off at high school, no matter who was looking. I don't know that she's ever been red-faced at anything in her life.
Teenaged Daughter, on the other hand, lives in abject fear that my husband and I are going to embarrass her in some way in public. I don't know why, as we are always the models of decorum around her and her friends. Actually, I could probably even teach seminars on how to parent teenagers without ever bringing them to any level of embarrassment, as detailed in this earlier post: How Not To Mortify Your Teenager .
When weaving feathers into the hair came out earlier this year, Teenaged Daughter had it done right away. It's been a sensation in our area and is still gaining steam. When I half jokingly told her I was going to get some, she grabbed my hand, looked directly in my eyes, and said, "Mom, no. Remember The Rule."
In our family, my girls and I abide by the rule Just Because You Can Doesn't Mean You Should. I knew it was her way of telling me I was a little too ahem...cough... cough... OLD for the feathers. It's been my standing joke with her that I'm going to get it done and pop in on her at school, when she least expects it.
What she doesn't know is today there is a fundraiser nearby. Women (and men, I suppose) can get pink feathers in their hair and all proceeds go to fund breast cancer research. I am getting it done this afternoon. I may even get more than one. I will go straight from that to pick up Teenaged Daughter and her friends and drop them off at a football game. I'm already chuckling a little at what her reaction will be, although I don't think I'm being mean. I think life is best lived when not all moments are planned. A little of the unexpected adds so much flavor.
We'll see, though, what Teenaged Daughter thinks of the feather flavor I'll be adding to her life today...