I don’t think I like parenting teens…

Wow, it’s been a pretty crazy couple of days, and I think at this point, I just need to get some of this out, because churning on it in my head is just making me sick to my stomach.

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My daughter.  Sigh.  She’s 13 going on fricken 30.  And had you asked me a month ago, I’d have said, “we’ve got this!  She’s my good girl!”  And a month ago, I believed that.

On friday, I got a call from her school.  She took off from school after getting into an argument with some teachers.  They didn’t know where she was.  Thankfully, I was home, and I tracked her down.  Told her to get her butt home and that she was going to lose her phone and computer for this infraction – as it’s happened twice now in two weeks.

 

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My bro was over and he took her computer from her room and collected her phone from her when she came in the door.  I figured – ok we’ll handle this and move on.  But then the bro started peeking into her phone.  I check her email and her facebook every other month or so, but I don’t check her phone.  If only I had.

I won’t go into all the details here – even tho purging it would do me some good.  But let’s just say that I had to call the police and report a grown man for inappropriate conduct with a minor.  My daughter gave out our new home address and explicit instructions on how to get around some of our security to multiple strangers.  She’s been talking about suicide and very graphic, very dark things with a lot of her friends.  Honestly, it felt like I was in the twilight zone.  I had to read it all, had to get all passwords for everything and go through it all.  There were some things in there that I will never get out of my head again.  The joys of loving someone.

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We’re all rallying around her.  She’s got consequences, but more than that, she’s about to find out what it’s like to have full on supervision and structure and therapy.  She’s going to hate it at first, but damn it… I want my little girl to make it in this big bad world.  And at this rate, I’m not so sure she’ll make it another year.

I’m shocked.  Appalled.  Pissed.  Scared.  Hurt.  But more than any of that… because I’m her mom, I feel like I’ve failed her.  I know that, realistically, I haven’t.  And that what we do now, moving forward will be the test on whether I truly succeed or fail in helping her find herself.

The ex is fully involved in all of this, and in some ways, he did make me feel a little better because he was internalizing all of this too – blaming himself.  Did we do this?  Did we not set a good example?  Did we forget to do something to ensure that our children flourished as amazing kids, even through the teen years?  Normally, anyone who meets or interacts with my kids says how awesome they are.  Polite, well mannered, happy, affectionate, strong and opinionated.  These are the adjectives I’m used to hearing.  It was strange and shocking to suddenly hear “Mean girl.”  “Bully.”  “Rude.” from her new teachers.  That’s not my kid!  Did someone hit her with a stupid stick?!

The next few weeks shall be interesting.  My child will be experiencing a luddite life…  no more computers, no more internet, no more phones.  No email, facebook, skype, youtube, whisper, or kik.  I’m also going to look into some youth group programs and volunteer programs for her.  She needs to realize how good she has it and learn to see how dumb these actions have really been.

I went and talked with my dad this morning about it all.  Got some advice.  It’s hard, some of what she’s doing I can relate to, but a lot of it, I can’t.  I know how I tackled depression and self worth issues, but I wasn’t that kind of kid.  I didn’t do drugs and I didn’t experiment with sex until I was 18.  So I’m trying my best to at least try and understand from her perspective…. it’s just hard.  I guess I’m old fashioned.  I just hope my hair doesn’t all go grey from this.  At least when my son finally becomes a teenager, I’ll have some practice and experience under my belt!!

Goodnight neverland.  Much love.

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Release the beast

Sometimes I take on too much.  I sincerely don’t mean to do it.  It’s because I want to help.  Whether it’s at work, at home, with the kids, with family, with friends or loved ones.  When someone or something I care about needs help, I jump in and do what I can.  Sometimes invited, and sometimes uninvited, which I try very hard not to do.

I’ve taken on a bit too much in the last couple of days.  Some of it actual promises and deadlines for work, others just taking on worry over work or family or friends.  I’ve had a few nightmares in the last few days.  Usually I let stress flow over me.  A rock under a waterfall has always been the visual I use to help myself in times of stress.  Especially when it’s not under my control.

That grumpy Jen I was trying to keep in the cage this morning finally burst through the doors this evening, and I don’t think she wants to cuddle and purr.  I want to pace.  I want to yell.  I want to cry and scream and throw a tantrum like a child.  I want to get on my bike and speed off into the sunset as fast as I can go.  I can’t because it needs a new battery.  Fine then… I want to get in my car and drive like a bad ass fleeing hell, but I can’t do that either.  It’s new and has this thing on it for the insurance that tracks how I drive and I refuse to pay more because of a little anger.  Ok, music! That’s it… I’ll play loud music and dance like a dork throughout my house.  Yea.  Hmm, the computer that plays the music is currently in use by the bro.  Can’t go work out until the kids go to bed.  I could probably swim a few miles no problem right now.  Stomps my foot.  What to do for an attitude adjustment in the mean time?

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Thank god we have a swing set in our backyard.  There’s something lovely about the rush and speed of the wind flying through your hair as you pummel forward, and the light weightlessness as you hang in the air for a second and then the stomach dropping plummet backwards.  Higher and higher.  Until……Release.  🙂  A bit of swinging with the kids and the grumpy Jen found a spot to lie down and purr.  I’m still going to go swimming later.  I think I need it, as I can still feel a bit of pent up energy.  I’ll simply have to put it to good use.  There is simply no point in being stupid, or letting it out on people who don’t deserve it.  This frustration isn’t anyone’s fault but my own.  I let it build.  In the last couple of days, I have let things people have said to me, get to me.  It’s rare that I do that.  But so be it.  It happened.  I’ll get over it.  Always do.  I just hate it when people think low of me.  Or think that I won’t be there for them.  I’m probably one of the most loyal people on the damn planet.  To the point where i’ll put my own needs and worries and frustrations completely aside to care for others.  It’s what I DO dang it.  Deal with it Dirwood!  That, combined with frustration over work, and worry over family and friends and it explains completely why I felt so full of pent up frustration and energy.

I also realized tonight that others have been right about one thing about me.  People have always told me that I’m “cute” or “funny” when I’m mad.  Of course, in that moment, hearing that just makes me more mad.  But tonight, as I was stomping my foot in frustration … I realized that perhaps they are right.  I don’t do the normal anger things.  I don’t really yell very much.  I talk fast and ramble, I pace, I crave the ability to speed away or just move in general.  If I’m near a keyboard, my typing speed which is already very fast at 120WPM gets even faster and typically a lot louder.  I’ll play music and sing my heart out, and my voice will waver … either in passion and vibrato .. or on the verge of cracking due to holding in the tears and emotion.  But that’s it really.  I cool down pretty quick, almost as quick as it might come on.  And then it’s done.  The angry elf turns back into the jolly elf.  😀

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