So, I CAN’T be the only mom who spends waking
moments hours some nights staring at the dark ceiling iPhone? Some little noise in the house will wake me up. If I’m lucky, I’ll drift right back into dreamland. But some nights, that just doesn’t happen. Those are the nights worry creeps in.
So many things to worry about! So little time! Why not use the hour from 3-4 am to fill in? Brilliant!
Top of the list: money! college! kids performance at school!
This “little” girl goes to college in 3. years. Lord willing.
That’s where this great contest comes in.
So many curves! So much hair! All that leg!
It’s been happening for decades, and it starts really young. Girls have been playing with va-va-voom Barbies since before I was a little girl. Then came Bratz. Tinkerbell makeup. Hannah Montana….and MILEY (that one’s NSFW, friends).
As the mom of a teenage girl myself, I’ve got this heavy on my mind. My young teen is just entering high school. My imagination is running wild…hence this post.
The sexualization of our girls is starting so early, they don’t know what to do with it, and parents aren’t prepared to teach them. Furthermore, when a young girl displays “sexy” behavior, they become bait for, well, perverts. Perverts who don’t know how (or don’t want to) draw the line between a grown woman and a little girl. They’d rather take advantage of an opportunity.
I’ve been the girl who was taken advantage of, though it hasn’t happened often & was pretty minor when compared to the experiences of others. A restaurant manager at my place of employment would kiss my neck and stroke my torso while my skin crawled. A boss at my first “grown-up” job told me that my skirts were too short, adding “I mean, I would think you looked really hot at the clubs.” As I blushed ashamedly.
Here’s the thing. I was poorly equipped to deal with this kind of gross attention as a young woman (late teens/early 20s). How are we equipping our teenagers and even preteens for that same attention?
Last week was no walk in the park. My little girl is having some stomach issues, which I believe to be brought on by anxiety. Her little issues culminated in a perfect storm last week. Her teacher was absent for nearly two weeks, there are some kids in her class who are making fun of her, and the class is running a little wild due to the lack of a trained professional in the room. She hasn’t eaten dinner in over a month. It started as a power struggle, but John and I are trying to stop that.
Meanwhile, I’m well into month two of my own new job and am being expected to become a contributing member of the team. This stresses me out, as I just don’t feel ready. So I’m not helping my girl and she’s not helping me. We almost literally came to blows last Wednesday because she refused to wear her school uniform (understandable that she’d want to push the envelope since the sub is probably not monitoring uniform compliance. But I am.)
We’ve had a good weekend. Here’s hoping for a better week.
The calm before the Monday morning storm. Here’s hoping for a better week.
This little cupcake is 8 today. Time flies. Love you baby.
…has has a rough first two weeks of school. Between anxiety, hunger strikes and general disrespect, I’ve been ready to lock her in her room for a few hours. Or days. So the fact that she asked for a boiled egg this morning, then ate it and cleaned up after herself? Pure joy.