So, my daughter – as moody as she is – will sometimes decide that she wants to have a night chat with me. I love these moments. They don’t happen very often, so when they do, I make sure to enjoy every bit of this time. You see, my 14-year-old daughter usually can barely muster up nothing more than a grunt when anyone speaks to her. Literally, a grunt. Picture this conversation:
me: good morning Mackenzie.
me: whats wrong?
I have come to accept this as our morning ritual, and it has actually become a conversation that I look forward to every morning. But on a few rare evenings, after her brothers have gone to bed and she has Snapchatted her last streak and tweeted her last tweet, she will slide into the bed beside me and snuggle. If I time it exactly right, I can sneak in a real conversation. On this particular night, I decided to tell her about my new Parenting blog. Well, why did I do that? This opened up a whole mountain of opinions. She first wanted to know why I chose to write a blog? Who did I think would read it? What would HER friends say? It’s funny how teenagers can make everything about them. Well, anyway, she went on to tell me how she felt that this would not be a good idea and that this would be so embarrassing for HER. And of course, she forbid me to ever mention her in my blog.
So, here is my question: Who gave teenagers the idea that their opinions about adult things mattered? My four lovely children share their opinions about my dress, how I spend my money, how I parent their siblings, what I prepare for their dinners, what I watch on television, how I should wear my hair, who I should spend my time with, where I should spend my time…I could go on forever.
I love the occasional night chats with my daughter, and can’t wait for her to snuggle up next to me again, but, I wanted to say to her, “little girl, who cares what you think about what I do?” But instead, I simply said, “I love you, Mackenzie, now don’t you think it is past your bedtime? Goodnight.” And of course, I heard the usual, “umphh” as she trotted off to bed.