September 18, 2009
As of about 11:30 am today, I am the mother of a teen-ager.
Holy crap.
Does this mean my life is about to disintegrate into slamming bedroom doors, yelling matches about clothes, hair, boyfriends, friends, music, social engagements…etc?
I was fortunate. My mother and I always had (and still do) a great relationship based on mutual respect and friendship. Yeah, she played The Mother Card often enough, but that was only when she had to. We had our fights, but I was never a teen who’d complain about my mom to my friends. Nor was my mother always trying to marry me off or tell me how to live my life.
Because of that, I’ve tried to model my relationship with Mini Me after the one I had with my mom. And Mini Me has even said that she doesn’t think we’ll have that yelling, screaming, “you-don’t-know-anything-because-you’re-not-a-teen-ager” relationship that lots of mothers and daughters have. We’ve even talked about it.
So, no, I don’t expect my life to descend into that sort of world. I consider myself very lucky on both sides of my parental relationship (as daughter and as mother).
I do have more things to worry about with my daughter than my mother did when I reached 13 (or even 16 or 18)…but we’ll just take it one step at a time.
So tell me. What was your teen-aged relationship like with your mom? Did you get along (mostly) or hate each other?