Last night I was playing The Game of Life with my 10 year old daughter and her dad. Well, I was actually losing The Game of Life with over $200,000 in debt, but that's a whole other issue. Suddenly, my 13 year old son enters the room full of nervous energy.
"Mom, come..."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Just come, I wanna show you...something."
I followed my son to the TV room where he plants himself in front of the computer for more hours than I'd like.
"Here," he says quickly. "She wants to chat with you." My son quickly types in "Here's my mommy!" and dashes off to take a shower.
The Girl! I knew it! Now I can find out what's really going on! Never one to mince words, I type, "Are you guys BF and GF?"
"Yes. I wanted him to tell you, but he was scared, I guess."
That surprised me since my son always told me what was on his mind. In fact, I used to tease him about never having an unspoken thought. Now he was afraid to tell me about a girlfriend? Teenage boys should come with an owner's manual.
I followed my son to the TV room where he plants himself in front of the computer for more hours than I'd like.
"Here," he says quickly. "She wants to chat with you." My son quickly types in "Here's my mommy!" and dashes off to take a shower.
The Girl! I knew it! Now I can find out what's really going on! Never one to mince words, I type, "Are you guys BF and GF?"
"Yes. I wanted him to tell you, but he was scared, I guess."
That surprised me since my son always told me what was on his mind. In fact, I used to tease him about never having an unspoken thought. Now he was afraid to tell me about a girlfriend? Teenage boys should come with an owner's manual.
A few months ago I asked my son if he would tell me when he had a girlfriend. His quick affirmation was comforting. My boy would not withhold information, I thought. So when I found out - through the girlfriend no less - that there was love in the air, it was a bit disheartening.
To his credit, my son indicated this BF/GF status was established less than a week prior, so it wasn't like he was actually withholding information. And he did let me chat with the girl and was willing to let her break the news to me.
"As a parent, I think you should know." said this obviously intelligent girl. She's smart enough to know the importance of being nice to your boyfriend's mom.
I breathe a sigh of relief. This girl doesn't appear to be one of those giggly, socially incapacitated teens that infest the malls. I find myself chatting online with a most delightful girl. Bright, polite, sweet, and apparently enamored with my son.
That night, I had a hard time falling asleep. I keep remembering my son as a baby - cute, chubby, happy, and mommy's little guy. Then it hit me. I was no longer Alpha Female in my son's life. I felt sad.
"They always come back to Mama," my friend reassures me today. She has two teens of her own, so I assume she knows from experience.
It's time to shift the Mom Gears again. No longer holding his hand, I know I have to let my son find his way through this adventure called adolescence. But I know I will always be here whenever he needs some mom time. And I look forward to that.
To his credit, my son indicated this BF/GF status was established less than a week prior, so it wasn't like he was actually withholding information. And he did let me chat with the girl and was willing to let her break the news to me.
"As a parent, I think you should know." said this obviously intelligent girl. She's smart enough to know the importance of being nice to your boyfriend's mom.
I breathe a sigh of relief. This girl doesn't appear to be one of those giggly, socially incapacitated teens that infest the malls. I find myself chatting online with a most delightful girl. Bright, polite, sweet, and apparently enamored with my son.
That night, I had a hard time falling asleep. I keep remembering my son as a baby - cute, chubby, happy, and mommy's little guy. Then it hit me. I was no longer Alpha Female in my son's life. I felt sad.
"They always come back to Mama," my friend reassures me today. She has two teens of her own, so I assume she knows from experience.
It's time to shift the Mom Gears again. No longer holding his hand, I know I have to let my son find his way through this adventure called adolescence. But I know I will always be here whenever he needs some mom time. And I look forward to that.
1 comment:
That's called stereotyping. None of my female friends (yes, FRIENDS) giggle of incapacitation, or infest the mall. they go to the mall, but they don't infest it. My generation is, strangely, ignorant, but polite. Well, most of them are. All the girls are. It's not like they're gum chewers who listen to their iPod on their beds, head in phone, procrastinating. And, coming from a boy, you can no longer expect your child to come to you about everything. wether you are or not, they think you'll embarrass them. I doubt you would, you're coo' like that, but I know my mom would. They don't want to talk to you when they have problems. They feel embarrassed. Last time my mother was the alfa-female was long ago. Not because I had a GF (I didn't), but because she embarrassed me. It's not your fault, it's just part of this stage. But, when he goes to college, you and your oven (yes, the one you cook food in) will rule over any girl. Btw, my current alpha females consist of Shirley, susan, and marly. And debbie, but you don't know her. Yes, these are my alpha females. Why? Because they provide more comforting advice, wether it's what my mom said or not, because it's easier for me to talk to them than my mother. Congrats, It's a teenager! Most truthful commercial ever. Just provide necessary ruling.
Regards, Nikonlover. Home to see you in today's class :)
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