What do you see when you look at this picture?
When I look at that picture, this is what I see.
I do not see the blossoming young woman, I see my little girl. And I guess that's why I tend to overreact at times...like last night. Scene Girl's “boyfriend” (the boy makes me gag, just so ya know) was over and the two of them were sitting on the front steps talking...or so I thought. I'm no dummy, so I made sure Video Boy was keeping a keen eye on his big sister. Well, a few minutes later Video boy runs inside giving me the “Oh! Oh! Oh!” dance, with his sister hot on his tail, tears running down her cheeks. At this point I'm freaking out. The “boyfriend” is gone. Video Boy has no idea what happened.
Finally, Scene Girl emerges from her room, still crying and holding her neck. She throws herself into my arms, babbling about how “she thought he was just going to kiss her. And she didn't know what he was doing. Blah. Blah. Blah.” She then proceeds to move her hand away from her neck to reveal a giant hickey.
I always saw myself as a cool mom. A happening mom. An understanding mom. Nope. Last night, I was MY mom. I flipped out all kinds of ways. I yelled. I screamed. I cried. I totally overreacted. I saw myself at her age. I Remembered every stupid mistake I had ever made with a boy. I remembered the pressure that comes from liking a boy so much that your body aches. And I remembered being on the threshold...no longer a little girl, and not yet a woman. It's difficult It can be heartbreaking when you want a boy to like you so much. I've lost my religion many a time over some dumb ass boy.
I never wanted her to make my mistakes. And I handled it wrong.
What happened to the endless talks about sex and self-respect? Did it all fall on deaf ears? Had she not witnessed one of her best friends be labeled because of her behavior? Did she forget about her 14-year-old friend and her new bouncing baby boy? Frustrated does not begin to describe how I felt.
I took her cell phone. I sent her to room for the night. No music. No TV. I wanted her to be alone with her thoughts. To realize what that kind of behavior can lead to. A few hours later she came out of her room and climbed up into my lap and asked me if I thought what had happened made her a slut and my heart crumbled into a million little pieces. So young and so confused. I wouldn't trade places with her for nothing in the world. I know all I can do is reassure her that my love for her is unconditional. And be here to support her and help her to understand what her mind and body is going through.
But, man, this entire thing would be so much easier if she looked like a Troll doll:)
When I look at that picture, this is what I see.
I do not see the blossoming young woman, I see my little girl. And I guess that's why I tend to overreact at times...like last night. Scene Girl's “boyfriend” (the boy makes me gag, just so ya know) was over and the two of them were sitting on the front steps talking...or so I thought. I'm no dummy, so I made sure Video Boy was keeping a keen eye on his big sister. Well, a few minutes later Video boy runs inside giving me the “Oh! Oh! Oh!” dance, with his sister hot on his tail, tears running down her cheeks. At this point I'm freaking out. The “boyfriend” is gone. Video Boy has no idea what happened.
Finally, Scene Girl emerges from her room, still crying and holding her neck. She throws herself into my arms, babbling about how “she thought he was just going to kiss her. And she didn't know what he was doing. Blah. Blah. Blah.” She then proceeds to move her hand away from her neck to reveal a giant hickey.
I always saw myself as a cool mom. A happening mom. An understanding mom. Nope. Last night, I was MY mom. I flipped out all kinds of ways. I yelled. I screamed. I cried. I totally overreacted. I saw myself at her age. I Remembered every stupid mistake I had ever made with a boy. I remembered the pressure that comes from liking a boy so much that your body aches. And I remembered being on the threshold...no longer a little girl, and not yet a woman. It's difficult It can be heartbreaking when you want a boy to like you so much. I've lost my religion many a time over some dumb ass boy.
I never wanted her to make my mistakes. And I handled it wrong.
What happened to the endless talks about sex and self-respect? Did it all fall on deaf ears? Had she not witnessed one of her best friends be labeled because of her behavior? Did she forget about her 14-year-old friend and her new bouncing baby boy? Frustrated does not begin to describe how I felt.
I took her cell phone. I sent her to room for the night. No music. No TV. I wanted her to be alone with her thoughts. To realize what that kind of behavior can lead to. A few hours later she came out of her room and climbed up into my lap and asked me if I thought what had happened made her a slut and my heart crumbled into a million little pieces. So young and so confused. I wouldn't trade places with her for nothing in the world. I know all I can do is reassure her that my love for her is unconditional. And be here to support her and help her to understand what her mind and body is going through.
But, man, this entire thing would be so much easier if she looked like a Troll doll:)