Jesus. And so it begins.
My sweet daughter. My first born. She has her first boyfriend. DAMMIT!
Look, we raised her right. She’s 15 now. We’re on the cusp of MANY firsts over the next two years. Driving, BOYFRIENDS, Kissing, Dates, First Jobs…there are more…but without that elusive HANDBOOK we all complain about not getting when we take the little floppy critters home, I have no idea what to do. All I can do is rely on my own teenage memories, that are foggy at best, thanks to a car accident when I was 19 that happened 3 days before I was married. YEAH! I WAS MARRIED AT 19! THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME, NOW IS IT?! Stay FOCUSED, people!
And here I sit…pouring out all of my fears in a blog post because I fear if I don’t at least write it out, I’ll die of an aneurysm, and a 15 year old needs to have her mother around, if at all possible. So, that’s the goal…write it all out and possibly throw this all out into the blogosphere so that perhaps you can share your nuggets of knowledge with a Mom who is about to probably make some mistakes, but who also will emerge triumphant when all is said and done. TRIUMPHANT! It’s not just a word in Christmas Songs.
We’ve had the boyfriend over a couple times for dinner, OBVIOUSLY to get to know him and so that he can find out, first hand, how AWESOME we are – as parents go…we’re pretty rad. Accepting. Funny. Sarcastic. And we can cook the HELL outta some food. So – twice. He’s been over twice for dinner. And there they sit, on our big red couch, holding hands and sitting side by side all cute. They don’t really talk to each other much. I think they do most of their conversing via text message and Facebook – they really need to work on their verbalization skills. I think most kids do these days, actually.
So…things are going well…he seems like a nice kid. Seems to like our daughter pretty well. And he came over TWICE, so we must not be TOTALLY lame to hang out with. Of course, if memory serves, he would have said yes to tagging along to the local Goodwill store if that meant he could hang out with our daughter for 5 minutes.
So, dear readers, let me have it. Your advice. Give it to me straight. Topics are: Teenage Daughters; Boyfriends of said, Teenage Daughters; Dating; Driving…you name it. I’m aaaaallllll eyes.