It mattersFunny thing about raising teens. You sometimes get slapped in the face with memories of your own teen years whether you like it or not. I have had this happen several times with both of my kids lately.

I remember being a teen and always needing things done a certain way. Part of that was because that’s the way everyone else was doing it. The other part was because I function better with organization and order. The things that meant so much to me didn’t always line up with the things that meant the most to my mom.

As an adult, and particularly as a parent, I look for the easiest way to do most things in my life. From the way that I shop to the way that the dishwasher is loaded. I choose the path of least resistance and the road with the biggest payoff for minimum amount of effort. (This is probably what my mom was going for, as well, during my teen years!)

Recently, and several times, actually – I’ve run into situations with my kids where I’ve chosen this road. Only after looking at their face or hearing their reply, have I realized that sometimes just because it isn’t a big deal to me, that doesn’t mean that it’s not a big deal to them.

It matters to them.

I don’t care if the hair pins aren’t all facing the same direction in the holder … but Piper does.

I have no idea why it matters that books are sorted on a shelf by collection … but Avery cares.

It’s not that I’m selfish, but sometimes in trying to live my own life at 100 mph – I forget that my life decisions (big and small) affect the people that I love the most. And the people that I work with. And my friends. And my clients.

So, the next time that someone brings a decision to your attention, and you think (and probably express) that you think it’s silly – just remember that they wouldn’t be bringing it up if it didn’t matter to them. And the fact that it matters to them makes it important.