Sally had stayed up late reading articles online and perusing a book she had been meaning to read on raising teenage girls and several pointed out how many feel quite alone during this period despite the way they sometimes push the adults in their lives away. Sally wondered if Jordan had been feeling alone – particularly with her dad’s hectic job schedule lately and the way she and her daughter hadn’t had time to really connect. The warmth and fondest for her eldest daughter grew in her heart; she began to feel a bit more compassion for the confusing and anxiety-filled stage of life she was entering. I don’t want to be the kind of mom that drifts away from her girls – that doesn’t understand them – that only knows her own world. God please help me to get better at this; help me improve; help me grow…
As the night moved into early morning, Sally felt strangely prompted to peek into her oldest daughter’s room and check on her like she had done when the girl was just a baby. Nothing had happened (as far as she knew) to cause such an act of concern; but after the sleepless night and newfound commitment, she couldn’t wait to lay eyes particularly on Jordan.
Barefoot and wearing her white full length nightgown, Sally quietly opened her door and snuck down the hall. It couldn’t have been 2 minutes past 5am and she didn’t want to wake the other girls so she walked terribly slowly, careful to sneak past the squeaks in the floor she knew all too well. Creeping past the girls’ room on the left she finally came to Jordan’s at the end of the dark hall on the right, she reached for the handle and slowly opened it. Resting her left hand on the neatly painted door jam and her face near the face of the matching door, Sally cracked it open.