Movies and Mattresses

"Why do you sleep with the girls? I think they would have more fun if you would let them be alone," came the stern admonition from the onlooker. She had a clear and strong opinion on the matter.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me. I'll sleep wherever you want me to sleep," was the adult woman's reply, "but I really think they like me in there with them."

This was a scenario which took place on a recent short-term mission chaperoned by my dear friend. Two of my teen daughters were a part of the team there with her in Spain.

Last night, after being home for several days, a plan was concocted by my friend and my daughters: there would be an overnight with videos at her house tonight, including two friends, three Sinclair girls, and her daughter. As I talked about the scheme with my girls, their giggly lament (sounds oxymoronic but it happened) was declared - they wanted Nancy to sleep next to them. "She is so much fun!!"

"If that is to be the case, then I want to come, too. This could be a mother/daughter pajama party!" I quickly asserted. They all laughed and agreed that this would be a fun, fun evening.

Upon calling Nancy and letting her know I had invited myself along, she turned to her listening family and cried, "Mrs. Sinclair wants to come spend the night, too!" Gales of laughter and a simple request followed: just bring movies and mattresses.

Check, check. This will be fun, fun.

What that poor, confused woman in Spain failed to understand was that these dear teenage daughters are special. They actually enjoy being with their parents.

Unusual, I know, but wonderful - and fun!