ChristeningMarch 17, 2013
“Oh having teenagers has been so EASY lately. I haven’t had any trouble with them at ALL. They’re so well-behaved, and respectful and WHOLESOME.”
Ha ha ha. Joke’s on me.
We had a kerfuffle last weekend. Oh yes, we did.
I suppose it’s not something I should post onto the internets, especially since I told my daughter* that she should keep her own mouth shut about it, and explained to her that I haven’t told my friends (who are parents of her fellow students) the details of what happened, lest they decide that their kids shouldn’t hang out with my kid anymore. So now I will be cagey.
Except to say — I haven’t talked to a single adult about her lapse in judgement who hasn’t chuckled, remembering their own, very similar, story. And also to say – no one was harmed, in any way, during this little dalliance of my daughter’s.
Oh! Total subject change, not at all related to anything that happened in this house:
When I was a Junior in high school, my parents were pretty strict. I didn’t go out that often, but every now and then, I managed to convince my parents I should be allowed to have a social life. One particular weekend night, I told my mom I was going to my friend Missy’s house. Instead, a group of us went to a party at someone’s house whose parents weren’t home. We were having a lot of fun (in my memory, I wasn’t drinking). I didn’t want to stop having fun to get home in time for my 11 p.m. curfew. So I called my mom to “tell” her that I was sleeping over at Missy’s house. My mom — clearly not a stupid person — said “the hell you are” and insisted that she was coming to pick me up – right now – at Missy’s house.
So I got someone to quick drive me to Missy’s house, which was not even in the same TOWN that I had called my mom from. I was very nervous, thinking I wouldn’t make it there in time.
I got to Missy’s house before my mom. Of course, Missy wasn’t there. She was still at the party. But Missy – like most of us – had a relatively long driveway that went down a hill to her house. So I stood at the top of it to wait for my mom, hopefully keeping all of this out of Missy’s parents’ view. She showed up, kind of angry, I got in the car, and we went home. She didn’t ask to talk to Missy’s parents, and Missy’s parents didn’t know that she was there at all. Also – (key point here) – my parents didn’t socialize with my friends’ parents.
Advice to those of you with younger children: socialize with your kids’ parents.
* The older one, thank God. I don’t know why it feels so appropriate for a Junior in high school to be fucking up in the particular way that she did, whereas if it was my Freshman, I’d be looking into military school or something else equally extreme. Those two years make a big difference, in turns out. When they’re Juniors, you can’t help but to acknowledge that these follies are only a foreshadowing of the college years, which are not far away at all.