That makes moms worry.
It especially makes moms worry when their oldest child is an attractive, vivacious 18 year old girl.
This particular girl, Heather, is the nicest kid you can imagine. She babysat for us occasionally, and my boys love her. Heather is the kind of kid that makes you think that having teens might be OK.
It's still hard on her mom.
This is the e-mail I got from Amy (Heather's Mom) today:
So I read on my daughter’s FB post to her friend, “Sorry, but I had to delete your post because my Mama doesn’t know anything about that.”On the one hand, this cracks me up. Heather is the nicest kid! She's still a college student though. And, as Amy pointed out to her, we've all been teenagers before. My heart sort of breaks for Amy, because I know how upset she was. And I know that I am only a few short years away from having teens of my own.
Ok, I tried to let it go, but I couldn’t…she IS a teenager and that IS her “wild friend” so I texted her, “Ok, you sparked my curiosity, what doesn’t Mama know.”
About 30 minutes pass and no responsive text and then my phone rings……
“Hi, Mama, what’s up”
“That’s what I want to know”
“What do you mean? I didn’t understand your text, what do you want to know?”
“Oh please Heather, I’m talking about your FB post….”
“So you’re going to sit there and play innocent…..remember, I was a teenager once and I’m also not naive so I know that you AND your brother do stuff I don’t know about…”
“The evidence is there, Heather, don’t deny it…..you get mad because you think I’m “creeping” on your FB but the truth is you don’t call or write me that often so I have to find out through YOUR FRIENDS what’s going on in your life (I’m choking back tears here)…..I always want you and I have to have a close relationship (now I’m crying) and that you could feel like you could tell me anything. So if you’re not going to tell me what you did, let me ask you one thing, ‘are you still a virgin’?” (You know me, the eternal pessimist and Queen of Gloom and Doom)
“Mom! GAH! Yes, I am……listen, can I call you back in 5 minutes”
“Fine!” And I hung up…I figured she was going outside so her friends wouldn’t hear her discussions with me in her dorm.
So I open my front door and Pete sees me crying…..”what’s wrong?”
“Oh, I just had a fight with your daughter….”
AND OUT SHE STEPS FROM BEHIND PETE…..THE POST HAD TO DO WITH HER COMING HOME AND SHE WANTED TO SURPRISE ME…WHAT A LOSER I AM!!!!!!!
What do you think? Laugh or cry?