I was going to be one of those parents that didn't need their kid to check-in all the time, and I certainly wasn't going to be nosy about all the details of every situation they encountered.
Because I would be cool. And fun. Obviously.
But the thing about Sophomores, and teenagers in general, is that they're sort of *morons*. Even the smart ones. They're all operating at varying degrees of the moronic-condition. It's not even their fault. Their brains are not done growing, and they don't have the life experience or maturity to make fully rational choices all of the time. They think they do. But they don't. And then hormones.
|Me (sophomore) and Ben (senior). Good kids...but technically morons yet at that stage in life.|
Twenty one years later...
Don't let the nose-ring fool you. I am neither cool nor fun (by teenager standards). Sophomore-Sarah turned into the "lame mom." And not just the default lame mom, but the proud-of-it, no-denying-it lame mom. Watching, stalking, listening, guarding, questioning. Because wisdom comes with age. And wiser-me knows that I have great kids. I do. But given the right circumstances, even great kids can end up making stupid choices. So it's my job, as the lame-mom, to help walk them through their moronic-journey.
Not to shelter them completely. And not to keep them from making mistakes. But to guard them, and teach them, and protect them...so they can grow out of their moronic condition.
My kids are only at the Jr. High teen stage. But I can already spot the cool parents. The fun ones. The ones that get to say yes to the things that I'm saying "no way in..." to. And that's when it dawned on me. A little part of me still wants to be the cool kid, the one who just says yes. But the bigger part of me, is totally at peace being the fun-hater. Especially when girls are involved. Where my boys are concerned, all girls should just assume I said no. ;)
Sophomore-Sarah would think she's totally lame. But 37-year-old-Sarah understands that lame means awesome. So to all the lame-awesome mama's out there, telling your young teenagers NO to stuff that 14 year old's don't need to be doing: High Five. Let's unite in our lame-awesomeness.