Apr 3, 2011
Feel free to play the music while reading this post. It adds to the ambiance.
A year or so ago Iris/Virus gave me a vintage Jim Morrison shirt to sell on e-bay. Shortly after she gave it to me it disappeared into the bowels of someone's closet.
Three days ago The Teenager walks past with the words, "Try To Set The Night On Fire" emblazoned along the back of her shirt. I was a little taken aback.
"Where did you find that shirt?" I asked.
"Isn't it cool? I love this shirt. Set the night on fire!" she whoops.
Two days ago she walks past with the shirt on again.
"Set the night on fire!" she laughs.
Today she takes her bath and comes out in the shirt. Again.
"You need to lose that shirt." I groan.
"What? I LOVE this shirt!" In other words no way was she losing the shirt.
And i saw it very clearly at that moment. My lovely teenager who functions on the social level of a 5 or 6 year old was displaying signs of...gulp...teenage rebellion!
I had to smile. If my mom was alive she would be laughing herself silly. She hated the Doors...The Beatles...The Rolling Stones...Frank Zappa...
My 92 year old dad who endured my teenage rebellious hippie days has a saying when special moments like this occur with any of my five children.
"I've waited a long time for this day," he smirks.
Popi, this moment is for you. You may not want to listen to the song, however. Just a little FYI.
Posted by SECRET PEPPER PERSON: at Sunday, April 03, 2011