Every now and then while parenting my way through the eye rolls, sighs and bad smells of the teen years I get a lil throwback moment.
"Mom I saw a scary meme and now I'm afraid in my room."
After a lil reminder of what God says about scary memes and some prayer, I peeled back my covers and let her crawl in bed next to me. SHE snuggled up against me! This girl who had used that voice that says, "Old lady you are so out of touch" on me not once but TWICE today. This girl who modeled her new swimsuits looking not really 13 and NOTHING but legs. This girl who hardly ever needs me anymore. She fell asleep spooned into the back of me drooling on my shoulder.
And then after a brief nap that erased all memory of the scary meme, she startled awake a bit taking in her surroundings and then buried her face in my neck and said, "Thank you so much mom." And then went back to her bed.
It was dreamy... divine. I am paying for it with insomnia right now, but it was worth every single lost "zzzzz". Treasured insomnia.
