Whisperings

Why do teenagers (specifically, girls) who are immersed in their little cocoon to the point of oblivious to the rest of the world……annoyed with many things…… grunts when spoken to….do a massive 180? Daughter of mine is unbelievably chatty now; I don’t know how to take it. Shock! Horror! I was so used to her sulking or grunting. Our synchrony of– me talking and her sulking OR me talking and her grunting– was in perfect harmony.

And now a whole new phase to get accustomed to…..

After I pick her up in the arvo she start to spurt out the day’s events and by the time we reach home the whole day’s events are done….. This same drive was done in total silence in the past apart from her music blaring in my ear. At first I did not make anything of it except felt happy that she is opening up to me about her life. This chatting has gone for more than two months now and I am beginning to wonder.

So I went through the motherly motions of analysis ‘what could it be?’ Actually it is one motion. We mothers are one track minded with daughters at a certain age. Boys! Maybe more tracks for some mothers – boys, sex and drugs - I’d like to think I brought my children up to believe life and sanity is more precious than drugs.

And sex …well….I have had a conversation or two with her about that subject….so I think we are on the same page on that. umm….come to think of it….should I write a post about our conversations on sex? That will be pure shock value on a SL site, don’t you think? : ) Let me mull on that one.

…..So that leaves ‘boys’. I did the only thing I could do. Follow my one track mind.

I took full advantage of her chatting one afternoon and…………..

“So tell me, any new guys in your circle…. apart from the ones I already know?” I named the ones I already knew to speed up the process. Yes, I was impatient “Apart from Jonathan, Andrew, x, y, z… anyone else in your circle that I haven’t met?”

“umm… there is K”

(Eyes popped…but quickly composed) “How come you never talk about him?”

“He is in another section”

“What sort of a guy is he?” (oh yeah, I have mastered the art of probing while sounding just casually interested) : )

“He’s all right”

“What does he look like, is he good looking?”

“er….. He’s all right”

“Is he a good guy?”

“er…He’s all right”

Argh……….

Why can’t she explain clearly what is going on in her life as she did in Primary School?

“Mum, H asked if I wanted to go out with him….and I said yes” (that was in upper primary)

Drops everything, stands erect, “what do you mean you are going out with Heath? Where do you go? What do you do?”

“Oh no, we are not going anywhere and we are not doing anything, it is all in the mind” “We are going out in our minds” (oh how I still remember her beautiful innocent face and big eyes looking at me while saying “oh no, we are not going anywhere, it’s all in our minds”… ……sweetie pie)

“A is going out with P; N is going out with whatsitsname”

Slumps back, “ah all right then. H is a lovely boy”.

Yes, that is what I want……………factual blabbering.

You know, on the other hand, she could be (how I’d love to think) morphing in to a polite young lady capable of conversation and leaving the years of grunting behind. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

After she finishes chattering she even inquires “So, how was your day mum?” AND actually listens!

Wonders never cease in the teen land!

I wrote a post while back about what I might give my daughter for her birthday. I am not going to   add a link to that previous post as if it is regarding a vital world issue that people should read before trying to comprehend this one, okie doke  : )

The point is I wrote a post and her birthday came and went. I went ahead and got the Fitness Centre voucher I was contemplating on getting and presented it to her in an envelope.

“What is this, a piece of paper?” asks the daughter while opening the envelope

Looks at it, reads it, “You have It, I ain’t goin. You bought it for you didn’t you?. You knew I wouldn’t go”

Throws it back on my lap and walks off

“Please Akki  (yea I sometimes call her that : )) I bought it for you”

“nope”

“I thought ******** was my Birthday present from you” (I’d better refrain from saying what that was, due to the out of the ordinary nature of that present)

“Yes, but that was what you wanted, this is from me to you, I really want you to go”

“Nope”

“So you won’t go?”

“Damn right”

 How ungrateful can children be?

Guess I’ll be getting fitter instead.

Son, if you are reading this, stop it right now!

 Just because you know of my blog and the name doesn’t mean you can read what I write, ok?

You said something to me today that is too freakily close to the subject matter of one of my recent posts.

Off you go. Shoo

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