We thought 14 was tough. People said, "Oh, yes, 14 is a difficult age - just wait, it gets better." Then, she turned 15. It wasn't 14, but I am not sure "better" is the right word. Now, she's 16 - 4 months into being 16.
Oh yeah, there's drama 24-7. Highs and lows of possible relationships. It's not fair that her friends don't keep getting "hurt" and she does. But, don't try and offer a reason or solution, what could we possibly know?
Yesterday, I watched my child go from the mountain top to the valley - all because a boy she thinks she likes, according to a third party who wasn't present, told my child that he put his arm around Holly. Holly?!?
This set off a flurry of text messages trying to fish for information without giving any up.
They need the very best of cell phones to send text messages. Actually call?? Mom! No!
And do they leave voice messages if they happen to call? No, because, "they'll see I called and will call back."
So, mass quantities of tears were flowing from our daughter's bedroom. She's swearing off boys forever.
Unless.....Holly is lying....text text text......
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008
There Is A Teenager In My House!
Posted by Lynda at 3:54 PM 7 comments
Labels: boys, cell phones, sixteen, teens, text
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