I had been thinking about doing an awesome blog post but I can't. I'm still working on my boot camp novel (four days left) and so all my thoughts and energy have been going into that. I thought it was kind of cool (library vs. bookstores) and luckily I did at least save what I had written. I even did some actually research on it too. Maybe it can actually get it up in time for the fourth of July.
In other news, my daughter starts high school in a few months and already there is drama between her classmate and some psycho ex-boyfriend. It made me wonder why the girl hadn't confided in her parents and when my daughter revealed that she didn't get along with them (the girl's father said he just knew she would get pregnant in high school) it made me curious about her other classmates relationships with their parents.
Apparently we parents are getting a bad rap. My daughter feels like she and I have a good relationship and she feels like she can talk to me about almost anything. Of course, she didn't feel that way when a classmate was calling her names on Facebook and spreading rumors at school but now she knows she can come to me. I have worked hard to make sure I'm up to speed with how many boyfriends one friend has had (well in the teens at last count), which one got a girl pregnant (high schoolers) and who has been cutting themselves (apparently she didn't like her father that much).
I try to remain optimistic that I will continue to have a good relationship with my daughter as she continues through high school. I can only hope that she will come to me when she decides to have sex. I want her to feel comfortable to tell me when she's being bullied or harassed. I listen to her when she tells me things and offer advice that I think will help. Will she take it? For the most part, I hope yes. Will she always? Probably not.
She is growing into her own person and she will want to make her own decisions and mistakes. I hope that she remembers that I'm here for her, through thick and thin and that when push comes to shove, I do I have access to a baseball bat and several bricks.
I may not be the "coolest" mom, but I sure can break my foot off when necessary.
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