tuesday already

At the very beginning of the school year I paid real money for a senior ad in Jordan's yearbook. This meant I could submit 3 pictures and 50 words in honor of our dear firstborn and they would publish them...my baby in print.

Except the deadline was sometime in September and I totally forgot. Super flaky=me.

But then I got a reprieve in the form of an e-mail. It was my last chance. They would give me one last chance to meet a new deadline. Then they were moving on without me.

As a big believer in second chances I jumped on the bandwagon, meaning I waited until the very last minute to put my pics together. And why shouldn't I? I have hundreds of very good, edited, tweaked, stylized pictures of Miss J. I would round up JUST THREE and be on my merry way.

I called Jordan to the computer and asked her opinion.

This one?

No.

This one?

No.

Ooh. This one is good.

Double no.

I couldn't really follow her reasoning for not liking any of the pictures, which made offering a solution every MORE difficult. So we raced outside in the failing light to snap a few more.

And then she proceeded to hate those pictures. So...outside one more time...and she tried just a teeny bit harder and voila! acceptable pictures. But just barely.

This exchange between us is typical. I offer options. She turns down every one (even when some of them are GOOD). At first I try to understand her wants. But then I can't, so I quit trying so hard. And I leave it up to her. And she makes it work.

It's a complicated process...a back and forth that is, at times, FRUSTRATING.

And in the face of such frustration, I thought...

But she's leaving me. In all caps. BUT SHE'S LEAVING ME!

Look at me...anxiety over empty nest syndrome in full bloom.

Awesome.

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[patricia]

You're such a good mom. Fo' serious.