I awoke to the sounds of my child. My teenage child, moving about the home. Last night we had discussed a need for clean jeans. As I was listening, I could hear, she was up and I think, I hoped, doing those jeans. Now we had purchased a front opening washer and a front opening dryer when she was in elementary school. We were planning ahead. This was a life task and I wanted her to practice. She had practiced. The task had been broken down, she had done each step; yet this day was different. This day, I had not asked. This day, it was not going to be just one step. This day she was driven by her own desire. Obstacles were also in place. I knew in front of the washer was a pile of clothing. Clothing that would get in her way. Should I get up? I just listened and smiled. I was pleased this morning for this simple task of doing her own laundry was a sign to me she was growing up. This was a sign of her being just a teenager who wanted that certain piece of clothing for a special event.