posted on Nov, 3 2012 @ 08:25 AM
Day in the life of a fifteen year old girl.......
I don't want to get up and go to school, I stayed up too late last night. Hits snooze one more time.............
Wakes up ten minutes late and doesn't have time to properly do her hair or eat breakfast..........
She steps onto the school buses stair and slips and cracks her knee and stains her pants, but doesn't cry......
When she gets to school she realizes in her rush this morning she has left her essay, that she stayed up late writing last night, at home. Just
freaking fantastic.........
The boy she really likes is in second period, and as she walks through the door and smiles at him, suddenly she thinks he sees her hair a mess, the
stain on her pants, her limp, and can hear her belly growling from 10 foot away. She ducks into her seat and doesn't raise her head again until the
bell rings......
At lunch she is starving, but they are serving meatloaf and it makes her gag. So she chit chats with her friends about the upcoming dance and munches
on french fries. She knows her parents won't buy her the dress she wants anyway.........
After explaining to her teacher in fifth period about her essay, she feels drained and can't wait to get out of here.....
After school she finds out that the boy she likes is riding on her bus when he sits across from her........
Once again all of her flaws come rushing to the front of her mind, and as he tries to talk to her she can't remember when she is supposed to giggle,
bat her eyes, and flip her hair, so she does them all at once. He gives her a strange look and turns away.........
At home at last she throws herself on the bed drained........
She receives a call from a girl that she secretly can't stand but is willing to go hang out with just to get out of the house........
Here comes the fight with Dad she knows it, because he also doesn't like the girl. She is ready for the fight, bring it on........
After the fight while she is crying on the bed releasing a full days worth of frustration, she wonders why she even cares if he said no. She didn't
really want to go with her anyway, it is just the point that her Dad doesn't think she can make her own decisions......
She cries some more letting it all drain out of her. She has to start this all over again tomorrow and nobody understands her......
Sorry, I get carried away about teenage girls, I was one of the worst!
Try to do things with her where she can invite her friends. Drive them to the movies while you hang out at the bookstore next door, tell them you are
going to Starbucks and they can come along if they like, ( sitting at a different table of course). You need to spend time with her and her friends so
that you can judge them better. Not only that but it makes you the cool Dad if you take them cool places.
My Mom was a full time student and held a full time job while I was growing up, and my Dad had no idea what to do with us kids. He was such a push
over. He finally wised up when a 20 year old came to pick his 15 year old daughter up on a motorcycle. (Biggest mistake of my life, I should have made
him pick me up a block away, hehehehe).
After that Dad got strict and I fought tooth and nail against it. Even if I didn't really want what I was fighting for. Mom graduated and started
spending time with me and my friends and it got better, sort of. Just remember no matter how intimidating she is, she is still your child. You love
her, and you want to get to know her. She is constantly evolving, let her know that you love to watch her grow and change and you are afraid she is
growing to fast.
Be honest, that is very important. Teenagers can smell a lie a mile away. They have uncanny super powers at that age, I don't know why or where they
go when they hit 19. Anyway, might be time to take a drive down to the lake or whatever (neutral ground) and have a talk.
Also, she is playing mom and dad against each other. I am sure you are aware of this. I am also sure her mother is to. It is the ultimate teenage
tool! Buckle up and enjoy your ride, it is gonna be a bumpy one.
(My husband will have to endure two teenage girls and a wife with menopause all at the same time. So just remember, it could always be worse!)