These days, it’s pretty rare for me to have a solid 20 minutes ALONE with my 15-year-old daughter. And if we do get the chance, it’s often in the car. I’ll either be dropping her somewhere or picking up ALL of her friends (the upside to having a seven-seater car, I guess) or just generally being a taxi driver. And as much as I joke that it won’t be long until she will be the one dropping ME places, I really do quite adore this time we get together, just her and I, because it allows us to chat about the parts of our lives we never quite get around to when life is so hectic.
Once upon a time, it was all we had together. Endless hours where it was just she and I. Back then though, our conversations were a lot simpler. In fact, back then, before her brothers came along, before she had her own life, most of our conversations revolved around the Blue Wiggle and singing variations of Hot Potato. Now though, I’ve found our conversations are a little more specific.
For example, a few weeks ago, we started discussing Instagram. Now, being a parent who is quite up to date with all forms of social media, I never dreamed that I’d miss something as huge as what she was about to drop upon me, but miss it I did. See, it seems that one of her best friends had been quite badly bullied online and on her Instagram account (and it is becoming more and more common, according to my daughter).