We have well and firmly entered the “Go away! I don’t have to listen to you! You’re not the boss of me! Wait, can you make me some eggs and also can I have a cuddle? God, LEAVE ME ALONE!” phase of Chickadee’s life. It’s
infuriating magical. There’s nothing quite like that special bond between mother and daughter, where they love each other so much and yet regularly ANNOY THE CRAP out of each other.
Still. We do find our way to each other now and then. I don’t know that the sweet moments mean as much to her as they do to me, but that’s okay. Nor am I above clowning for her to get those moments in, you understand. Like, the last time I picked her up at school, her friend Joe was standing on the corner waiting to cross the street as we pulled out of the school driveway. So I said, “I’m going to run Joe over, okay?” and then delighted in her screeching laughter as I pulled the car just a leeetle too close to the curb. (Joe startled and then laughed as we waved at him.) (Technically I should maybe not be threatening to run kids over just to get a laugh from my daughter, but desperate times, man.)
One of the things I’ve recently discovered is that IMing or texting with her is often a lot easier than talking in person. It’s just enough distance to take the bristly bits out of the equation, you know? So yesterday I was sitting here working when she IMed me from school. Because apparently they don’t do any actual work, there.
Chickadee: can you please get on my computer and send me something?
Me: Whatcha need?
Chickadee: my notes on gustducin
Me: Where are they?
Chickadee: in the computer
Me: No, RILLLLLLLYY?
In a folder, what?
joe says hi
um on my account
Me: Please tell Joe I wasn’t really going to run him over. ;)
Chickadee: there is a folder that is called Chickadee’s documents
or something like that
and then there is a subfolder called stuff for school
and then there is a subfolder called science
and then there is a folder called elt
and then there is a folder called 7th grade
and in that folder there are some documents
Me: that’s a lot of folders
Me: the file called gustducin?
Chickadee: probably can you open it and see please
Me: ok, hang on
Me: that’s just a link to the gustducin wiki page
it is a document
not a link
science fair notes?
Chickadee: science notes…..?
Me: that’s the only doc in there
Chickadee: then it is probably that
ok thanks muchess
Me: you’re welcome :) smooch
Chickadee: love you
see you later
Me: :) love you hon
It’s the little things, you know. Little things like that, that keep me from strangling her when just a few hours later she’s being so very… twelve.
(Also, the folder structure delights me. “Hey Mom, can you fetch me my science notes which I have carefully buried five files deep because I believe such impeccable organization will totally make up for the fact that most of the time I can’t even remember I had homework in the first place?”)