Our favourite blog from last week’s iBlog Friday has been chosen.
My teenager is finally ‘seeing’ someone.
Relationships have always been complex for her.
You see she analyses every step of the dating process and usually comes to the conclusion that it’s not worth the effort.
In reality, relationships don’t involve cute little tweeting blue birds, hyperactive mice, pink ribbons and hearts, and for my daughter they are a challenge. Relationships involve tapping into emotions that don’t come naturally to her, to the point where she feels threatened by the intensity and helplessness created by ‘feelings’.
Obviously, because she is a teenager I am not allowed to pry ask questions about what’s going on and if I do, I get shut down quicker than an over-heated nuclear core. Instead I have to bide my time and wait like a dog for that precious morsel of food to be dropped under the table, to receive what paltry allowance of information I warrant as her mother.
She KNOWS I live vicariously through her, yet she still insists on ‘playing’ me.
I still don’t understand why she can’t just ‘share’ like I over-share with her?
But this ‘friendship’ is obviously more special than the others, so maybe it has the makings of a relationship. My daughter is trying to work out the ramifications of whether she can fit this boy into her in-depth rock studies, while I’ve secretly been perfecting my roast dinners and bread and butter pudding in preparation for long-awaited extended family dinners and Christmas with our new in-laws.
I have tried the tactic of feigning disinterest, but to be honest, I’m crap at it. I am as open as a book. She is a far better control freak than me – and why wouldn’t she be when she learnt from the master?
While I am the panting puppy, eager for over-stimulation, my daughter is Cruella de Ville.