The Trials of Being the Mother of a Teenager, Continued
Sigh.
Please. Just tell me I did the right thing. Here's what happened. My teenage daughter bounces downstairs at noon, dressed in a very skimpy tank top with spaghetti straps, a mini skirt and sequined high heels. (As a side note, this child has very cute figure which is also very, very adult.) She says, "Bobby, Matt and I are going to deliver lunch to Jake at school."
Jake is an 8th grader who is not on spring break this week. Jake goes to a private, Catholic school.
So I look at my daugher. Picture Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman" before the Pygmalion makeover. I do not know Matt, the teenage driver. I do know Bobby, and I don't trust him completely for a myriad of reasons. But against my better judgement, I say that she can go if she changes clothes and I meet Matt. She is not happy, but she agrees.
I meet Matt. He seems nice enough. He's a junior. I give him the third-degree. I agree to let Anna go, but I tell her she can't wear that outfit.
At ths point my daughter launches into a tyrade which includes the phrase, "why the fuck not?" In front of her younger siblings and guest. In front of her 7-year-old brother who, only yesterday asked me, "Mom, why do Anna and her friends say F-U-C-K all the time?"
And suddenly, my better judgement returns, and I tell her she can't go. She swears she didn't say "fuck." I know she did. Even if she didn't, it sure sounded like she did, and since she has a habit of saying it, it probably sounded like "fuck" to her younger brother and his guest. (His guest who is extraordinarily polite, and in addition, is the grandson an extremely famous and high ranking United States government official. A government official you would recognize instantly, even if you were not American.)
Anyway. This is hard, and it's only just begun.
Please. Just tell me I did the right thing. Here's what happened. My teenage daughter bounces downstairs at noon, dressed in a very skimpy tank top with spaghetti straps, a mini skirt and sequined high heels. (As a side note, this child has very cute figure which is also very, very adult.) She says, "Bobby, Matt and I are going to deliver lunch to Jake at school."
Jake is an 8th grader who is not on spring break this week. Jake goes to a private, Catholic school.
So I look at my daugher. Picture Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman" before the Pygmalion makeover. I do not know Matt, the teenage driver. I do know Bobby, and I don't trust him completely for a myriad of reasons. But against my better judgement, I say that she can go if she changes clothes and I meet Matt. She is not happy, but she agrees.
I meet Matt. He seems nice enough. He's a junior. I give him the third-degree. I agree to let Anna go, but I tell her she can't wear that outfit.
At ths point my daughter launches into a tyrade which includes the phrase, "why the fuck not?" In front of her younger siblings and guest. In front of her 7-year-old brother who, only yesterday asked me, "Mom, why do Anna and her friends say F-U-C-K all the time?"
And suddenly, my better judgement returns, and I tell her she can't go. She swears she didn't say "fuck." I know she did. Even if she didn't, it sure sounded like she did, and since she has a habit of saying it, it probably sounded like "fuck" to her younger brother and his guest. (His guest who is extraordinarily polite, and in addition, is the grandson an extremely famous and high ranking United States government official. A government official you would recognize instantly, even if you were not American.)
Anyway. This is hard, and it's only just begun.
posted by Juanita at
12:56 PM
6 Comments:
and did you never do anything like that when you was a teenager?
im not a parent so i cant really offer any decent advice albeit try to understand that it mus be difficult to be a teen girl nowadays with certain 'role models' in the media encouraging them to dress a certain way or act in a certain manner.
she has a good homelife with a family that loves and treasures her and thats whats important here. nomatter what she does ro says you have to let her know that shell always have that safety net.
or you could just ignore me and buy her a Burka!
and who is the famous politician you alluded to? im curious now
Thanks, Cookie. You made me feel better. Now, where can I get a burka? That's a fine idea! Sorry, I can't tell you the name of the politician over the internet. But someday when we meet over a nice plate of bangers & mash, I'll spill it.
Ha ha ha ha! She's saying swear words in front of....oh dear!!!! The grandson of....does his name rhyme w/ ASScroft?
its not Duby? damn, i was gonna ask for Jenna's number as well!
Yes, you did the absolute right thing. Yes, we've all been there as teenagers, and in my case, thank god I had my parents to set me straight, or gods knows where I'd ended up. Good Job!
Oh yes, you did the right thing! man I can only wait for the teenage years!
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