This weekend I was elated. Maddie had a fair amount of math homework to do, and once I got her started, she went into her room, closed the door, and ACTUALLY DID HER HOMEWORK. I let her listen to music, even though her phone is involved, and that could lead to all kinds of distractions. I assured her at any moment I could burst through her door, so she’d better not be enjoying any screen time or there would be trouble. Happily, to my surprise, she buckled down and did her work.

Some time later, I checked on her. She was on her phone. I admit I was skeptical that everything was in order, but instead of being accusatory, I simply asked, “Did you finish all your homework?”

“Yes!” she answered with enthusiasm. She was light and happy. And now I was too.

“Maddie!” I said. “I think you’re transforming yourself as a student!”

She looked at me and smiled.

“Don’t you think so?” I added.

“Well, I do NOW!” she replied. She smiled. I was so glad I had said that.

I wanted her to feel the satisfaction and pride that come along with that accomplishment. I realized then that this new leaf might blow away with the fall winds, or dry up and disappear by the next day, but it was important that Maddie have this idea that she CAN transform. I believe she can.

Yesterday was a good day.

And now it’s today. It’s only 7:25 a.m. and I’m already rather discouraged. That’s not to say I don’t believe in Maddie anymore. It’s just that reality has set in. One good day doesn’t mean even one other good day.

I woke up her at 6:30. I’m so nice about it. I bring our little white fluff ball of a puppy with me and he wiggles and wriggles and buries his head in her blanket trying to gain access to her face for some kisses. Maddie lets our dogs lick her right in the face, and Banjo was going for it. It’s the best possible way to wake up because you can’t possibly be mad. It’s too adorable.

I stayed for awhile, searching for her favorite sneakers, getting out some shorts for this hot day and a shirt I was pretty sure she’d be excited to wear. And then the inevitably difficult search for a matching pair of socks. She doesn’t care if they match, but since she’s wearing shorts today, I put in some extra effort.

“I’ll be back,” I said.

My mornings are full of trips upstairs and downstairs. Up to work on breakfast and lunch, down to try to persuade Maddie to get up. It’s not unusual for me to make 5 or 7 round trips. (I have developed some pretty healthy calf muscles over the years!) This morning was typical.

Usually by the third time I go to Maddie’s room, I start to get a little stressed out. I try so hard to keep calm, and this morning I was pretty successful. But 15 minutes before the cab was to arrive, she was still wrapped up in her blanket. “Maddie! You HAVE to get up!” I announced. I have to admit, there was probably a little panic in my voice by this point.

“Don’t rip my blanket off! I’m getting up.” Shortly after that she was in the bathroom. Problem solved. It was cutting it close but she was up. It would all be okay.

At 7:10 she still had not appeared in the kitchen. Her breakfast had been sitting on the bar waiting for her. I still had to put her lunch in her backpack and fill up her water bottle. I ran downstairs, and there she was back in bed. She sleeps cocoon-style, wrapped in her blanket head to toe. I couldn’t believe it, which is kind of hilarious now that I think about it. The bigger surprises are when Maddie does what she’s supposed to do. This was a typical morning.

So I grabbed her clothes and together we got her dressed. It’s absolutely ridiculous for me to be dressing my rather curvy 15-year-old daughter. But the point was to get her to school, so I overlooked the absurdity of the situation and did what needed to be done. Well, not overlooked exactly. I just did the absurd anyway.

In her usual fashion, while I was running up and down the stairs as if the house was on fire, Maddie stopped to pet the puppy. In times of panic, she will still stop what she is doing to pet a dog, consider a question, or even just for dramatic effect. That last one makes my blood boil. Well, they all kind of do.

So this morning at that 7:10 mark, when I was scrambling to get her socks on her feet, I asked Maddie, “What were you THINKING?”

The truthful answer: “I wasn’t thinking at all.”

And therein often lies the problem. Most people would at least consider the outcome. It would be obvious that not getting up would come with some consequences. I don’t even think she was planning to stay home exactly. She just didn’t want to get up. Does that make sense? No, not really. But in her mind, only the not getting up part was relevant.

At about 7:18 she headed out to meet the cab in our driveway. I had heard the car drive up at 7:15, right on schedule. I hate for her to be late, but the cab driver is patient.

The moment she walked out the door, I was so relieved. I had been up for about an hour, and that hour is often the most stressful part of my day. My primary jobs as a parent are to keep my kids safe and fed, love them, and to get them to school. There is a mountain of other parenting to do as well, but those are the fundamentals. So at 7:15 when Maddie is gone, I feel triumphant. I really do. I accomplished something really important today.

What will tomorrow morning be like? Probably a lot like today. What about this afternoon? How much homework awaits, and will she do it willingly and independently? I expect to be challenged. That’s me keeping at least one foot in reality. I have to do that, otherwise I will be constantly disappointed. I prefer to be pleasantly surprised like I was yesterday with the homework thing.

Here’s hoping for an easy afternoon and a pleasant surprise in the morning despite the high probability of a repeat of today.