The taming the toddlers time, seems just yesterday. They are long over the Purple People Eater, Barney, Barbie, Bratz dolls etc. They are now young adults, voting, working and getting a life of their own. Learning to drive the car; they also drive everybody else crazy, ie the mum, the dad, the boyfriends, the teachers maybe the neighbours too. Typical girl teen-agers, vibrant full of life, thinking they know everything and as a parent I try to guide them. No piglet wrestling in the mud anymore, although they wrestled me one time to the ground as they tried to confiscate my iPhone; they were curious who I was talking to, they were unsuccessful.
It's hard to get that balance with your kids especially teens. You have to be a parent but be a friend sometimes too,but not too friendly. Somehow we have to be more of a parent most of the time. Last night I was a confidante and a counsellor. At dinner madam no 2 was looking upset, and I know it's not the menu of rice, fish and salad. She knows it's holy week so no eating meat for us. I asked what's wrong, then she signalled me to her room. It was a matter of the heart. After I pushed all the stuff aside, I settled lying diagonnaly in her bed ready to listen, while she leaned on the bedhead.
Between her reading out the texts, beeping of her phone for more texts, then alternate of it ringing, which she said "I'm not answering that" and her trying to summarize last nights events I was listening, processing and absorbing. Then she asked "What do you think? What should I do?" I replied you should give it a rest and have a break from each other for a while. She replied, "Maybe I should". Then she grabbed her laptop to listen to music, then more texting. I was there relaying my thoughts and feelings about the situation. She was listening with occassional verbal nods, at least she'snot upset anymore. Then, I must have dozed off, she wasn't there. A quick investigation through the blinds revealed a Black BMW parked by the kerb. So, the 'cause of that drama decide to dash over. More snooping and I found them sitting in the driveway in deep conversation. I left them to it. Time check was 11:00 pm Good Friday. Then I have to round up madam no.1 (she was the first born twin) to check where she's up to. She had a dinner invite along with her bff, and the bff is driving. I get nervous as she just gor her license. It is in the next city and a good hour drive along the freeway. Madam no.1 replied they're on their way. I relaxed and got ready to settle in my own bed.
On some Friday nights their friends seems to end up at our place. This holy week it was brought forward to Thursday night. I’ll be coming in from work to find them getting ready, amidst the loud music, laughing, giggling, deciding what to wear, (by the way they tell me what not to wear) and doing their hairs and make-up. It’s usually a yelling of Hi girls! Hi mum! Sometimes I even join in a bit in the merriment a sip of Vodka Cruiser and a bop to the latest hits, downloaded to their iPods. They dance around to ENRIQUE‘s I Like It, JLO’s On The Floor while I make sure what they’re drinking won’t let them hit the floor. Luckily this cruisers only has 5% alcohol content and a bottle last them all night or so they say.
Thursday night, they were getting ready and dancing to Rock this Party and they showed me "the shuffle" move. In my teens we did some shuffle, we also did the hustle, and did the twist and rock and roll too. Although nowadays they do it in the CLUB we did it at the DISCO. Every now and then my girls and I have a dance off at home. I like some of their music and they don't mind bopping to my old time favorites as well.
Then I usually organize a quick meal then drop them off to the VENUE. And a quick reminder as they’re geting of fthe the car, every typical mum does. Guard your drinks, don’t accept drinks from others, behave, don’t get into arguments, stay close together all the time. Then a chorus reply of “yes mum, we know mum” accompanied by rolling their eyes. Then I get back home do a bit of tidying then catch a bit of sleep before I pick them up around midnight. I prefer to do that, and then I know they will be safe and sound. A couple of times I even rescued some of their friends who has no transport or means of getting back home.
I was a bit rundown a couple of weeks back, so it was suggested they should get a taxi home. Then, a text just before midnight, informing me they are sleeping over at one of the friend’s house as it is nearer for the service bus drop off. I was going to drag myself to pick them up but relented.
It's hard to get that balance with your kids especially teens. You have to be a parent but be a friend sometimes too,but not too friendly. Somehow we have to be more of a parent most of the time. Last night I was a confidante and a counsellor. At dinner madam no 2 was looking upset, and I know it's not the menu of rice, fish and salad. She knows it's holy week so no eating meat for us. I asked what's wrong, then she signalled me to her room. It was a matter of the heart. After I pushed all the stuff aside, I settled lying diagonnaly in her bed ready to listen, while she leaned on the bedhead.
This is her bed just made up, doesn't stay that organized for long though.
Between her reading out the texts, beeping of her phone for more texts, then alternate of it ringing, which she said "I'm not answering that" and her trying to summarize last nights events I was listening, processing and absorbing. Then she asked "What do you think? What should I do?" I replied you should give it a rest and have a break from each other for a while. She replied, "Maybe I should". Then she grabbed her laptop to listen to music, then more texting. I was there relaying my thoughts and feelings about the situation. She was listening with occassional verbal nods, at least she'snot upset anymore. Then, I must have dozed off, she wasn't there. A quick investigation through the blinds revealed a Black BMW parked by the kerb. So, the 'cause of that drama decide to dash over. More snooping and I found them sitting in the driveway in deep conversation. I left them to it. Time check was 11:00 pm Good Friday. Then I have to round up madam no.1 (she was the first born twin) to check where she's up to. She had a dinner invite along with her bff, and the bff is driving. I get nervous as she just gor her license. It is in the next city and a good hour drive along the freeway. Madam no.1 replied they're on their way. I relaxed and got ready to settle in my own bed.
On some Friday nights their friends seems to end up at our place. This holy week it was brought forward to Thursday night. I’ll be coming in from work to find them getting ready, amidst the loud music, laughing, giggling, deciding what to wear, (by the way they tell me what not to wear) and doing their hairs and make-up. It’s usually a yelling of Hi girls! Hi mum! Sometimes I even join in a bit in the merriment a sip of Vodka Cruiser and a bop to the latest hits, downloaded to their iPods. They dance around to ENRIQUE‘s I Like It, JLO’s On The Floor while I make sure what they’re drinking won’t let them hit the floor. Luckily this cruisers only has 5% alcohol content and a bottle last them all night or so they say.
Thursday night, they were getting ready and dancing to Rock this Party and they showed me "the shuffle" move. In my teens we did some shuffle, we also did the hustle, and did the twist and rock and roll too. Although nowadays they do it in the CLUB we did it at the DISCO. Every now and then my girls and I have a dance off at home. I like some of their music and they don't mind bopping to my old time favorites as well.
Then I usually organize a quick meal then drop them off to the VENUE. And a quick reminder as they’re geting of fthe the car, every typical mum does. Guard your drinks, don’t accept drinks from others, behave, don’t get into arguments, stay close together all the time. Then a chorus reply of “yes mum, we know mum” accompanied by rolling their eyes. Then I get back home do a bit of tidying then catch a bit of sleep before I pick them up around midnight. I prefer to do that, and then I know they will be safe and sound. A couple of times I even rescued some of their friends who has no transport or means of getting back home.
I was a bit rundown a couple of weeks back, so it was suggested they should get a taxi home. Then, a text just before midnight, informing me they are sleeping over at one of the friend’s house as it is nearer for the service bus drop off. I was going to drag myself to pick them up but relented.
And to make sure they really are where they said they are, I pick them up early the next day around 6 am. “Mum we are not 2 year olds anymore!” That’s what they keep telling me. But to me they're still my little angels and are always the apples of my eyes.
A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart. ~Author Unknown~
As the mother of two daughters, I have great respect for women. And I don't ever want to lose that. Vera Wang
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