By the title of my post, you can already guess that Goodnight was speaking to me, right? And you can probably guess that she completed her sentence with something witty.
She’s a pixie, that teenager!
“Grammy, you’re the cake, but I’m the frosting. You’re the package, but I’m the bow.”
I don’t think she’s putting me down, nor do I believe it’s vanity. I just think it’s her playful side poking through as a result of the summer Happy-Photo-of-the Day Project I assigned her.
She has a busy summer schedule. She is volunteering at a summer program for her younger schoolmates at her (now) former school. This is her third year volunteering for that program.
But . . . when she is home for the day, she disappears to her room for a while. It’s quiet up there as she looks about and stages a happy photo to shoot.
She decided to take pictures of herself. I didn’t set that as a parameter, but it met my criteria for her project. At the end of each week, she transfers her photos to a file for a PowerPoint presentation at the end of the summer. When she presents it to me, we will dim the lights, make some popcorn, and have an old-fashioned slide show but with updated technology. (Anyone remember those? Remember having to cock your head at an unnatural angle because a slide was in upside-down?)
I’m not going to take too many liberties with her pix, but when she bounced down the stairs last night to ‘turn in her assignment’, I loved it! It made me smile for so many reasons. The look on her face of indecision about a nail color, thought feigned, is characteristically natural and it is about all the stress I want her to have for a while.
One interesting thing I’ve noticed in her pix so far is that her arm barely perceptible as she reaches out to hold her camera and take the picture.
If I’m the cake and she’s the frosting, it’s just her way of assuring me that she makes my life better.
I concur.
