By Jennifer Miller
Oh, to be sixteen, now that summer’s here. And so I hop into the passenger’s seat of my daughter’s car to go bathing suit shopping. She is wearing bright pink lipstick and shorts to show off legs that are long and tan. Clearly, she is in the prime of teenhood, with her mood brightened in these final sophomore days of high school.
“If ya dont know by know, doggy-dog is a freak,freak,freak!”
Rapper Snoop Dogg’s latest song blasts out from the speakers as the she starts the car. The lyrics are offensive and crude, but her car is her domain.
“I keep a bad bitch with me seven days of the week, week, week!”
Welcome to a modern mother’s world. I take a deep breath as she glances at me with a huge grin, looking me over to see my reaction. But the windows are down, and our hair is ”blowin in the wind” (a little Peter, Paul and Mary to balance Snoop). I smile with complete acceptance. The teen years are always trying, but they can also be fun.
She has always followed her soul and has now embraced her inner goddess. I am grateful that she doesn’t seem to care what others think. She has been through a lot in her young years, and has the gift of wisdom that only a full life can bring. I haven’t had to make too many demands of my youngest daughter recently, but getting a job this summer is a must.
She knows this and hasn’t commented on her progress. I already know the answer if I asked: “It’s not summer yet”.
The bikini and beachwear selection proves very enticing and she is pleased; so is mom. As we are checking out, she spots the store manager and without hesitating, asks her: “Are you hiring?” The answer is “Yes” and my daughter goes into action mode. With a huge smile, she holds out her hand and introduces herself and takes control of the interview.
The power of confidence is really the power of being in the moment. The woman saw an authentic display of enthusiasm and interest in being “at that store”. This is my independent free spirit, brimming with inner wisdom, openness, and a natural sense of being balanced and grounded.
I pray she continues to use her natural abilities to find the answers to life’s questions, answers which are always there, all around us, and within our soul when we take the time to go inward and self-reflect.
With employment application in hand, we are back in her car and her domain. As we head home, the windows down, I imagine how appropriate Bob Dylan’s lyrics would be if we could change just two words:
“How many roads must a WOMAN walk down, before you call HER a WOMAN.
The answer, my friend,
is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.”
Namaste, Jennifer Miller