Secret Code

       In case inquiring minds would like to know, a solution was formulated from my Aye Captain entry. Yes, the Mother <playing the part of yours truly> and the 12 11/12 yr. old <Shelby playing the part of the, I'm going to be 13 in 19 days now> found a mutual understanding, a fashion compromise, and even ground in the dress department.

       The second dress shopping trip had better results because the first trip was discussed and even expectations were maintained. Darlin Shelby brought reinforcements in the name of a bona fide teenage friend <she turned 13 back in November so this adds infinite wisdom> and with the added strength of the power of two, they thought they could take me on. This time all I had to do was smile and nod my head of approval or disapproval.

       Oh sure, there were a few roll of the eye's moments between the two friends, I'm astute in picking that secret wave length of communication. I am a pro at it, still am, plus, I'm the Mom, I have eye's in the back of my head!
      
       Picking up on the female phenomenon of silent communication, ESP wavelengths, emotional charged electric verbiage is something, I believe, all woman are born with. It's in our memories past down via genetic code from woman to woman over time. It's a secret society with several different levels, unspoken, yet loud and clear.

       I find myself, depending on the level another woman has achieved in fine tuning her skills, being able to uphold an unspoken side conversation even amongst a large group of people. Conveying my thoughts and true opinion with a look of the eye, an upturn or downturn of the mouth. Body language, intake of breath, movement, a deeper sigh of breath, a touch to the temple of my forehead and so on. All indicating a silent thought or word, or even a full sentence to the tuned in friend across the table.

       This of course, in highly evolved friendship with a crafted friend can transpire over the telephone. Without the secret code of visual effects, this craft relies heavily then on cryptic words, pauses, sighs of breath, raises in voice tone, lowering at the right moment.
      
       For example. You can want to say, I've had an awful day, the kids are at their worst and I want to dig a 6 foot hole for my other half, yet, they are all hovering around and you can't spell that out without hiding in the closet. So you simply say, " It's dinner time, I'm behind, can I call you later?" With the right voice tone, animation, your highly crafted friend will say, "OH I get it, hang in there, ask them to help and take a great bubble bath tonight when everyone goes to bed." Ha the power of the secret language.

       I watched these young ladies trying their own secret language on for size that evening and found myself smiling inside with the knowledge that they are learning. Why would I tell them that I understood exactly what they were saying to each other? I have a secret, I've been gently teaching them for years. You know what I'm talking about, the Mother that has the ability to stop their children in their tracks with a single look. A divine code that takes years to master, friends to try it out on, sometimes you get caught,  but most often you don't.

       Now I wonder, in this medium, writing in a public journal. How well does the code translate across these pages? Is the code the same from Idaho where I live, to New England, Washington, Florida and so on? Lets test it out..............

  I am tired this week. Only 22 days left.