I have already purchased a pack of generic Ibuprofen and have been popping pills all day. If it's not my head aching, it's my back.
There is something decidedly strange about the internet. Or at least, about blogging. I can say things here, into the black ether, that I wouldn't say in public. Or even in private. I'm saying them to strangers. To this following I have.
Why it's so easy to talk here? So many other forms of communication are difficult.
I'll share this much. It's probably obvious.. My daughter, my only daughter, does not care to talk with me anymore. I won't get into the details. It's been a challenging year for her and she's been making mistake after mistake. She's trended towards irresponsibility for years now. Part of me realizes that going to college is a right of passage - this is her coming of age. But I don't... I don't see it. Does that make sense? She's a child! She'd not old enough to drink, or even be drafted. She should be worried about her grades. Or should have been. She should have gotten a summer job, rather than heading off God knows where for weeks on end. She could...
She should listen to me. I know better. I've lived.
Coulda
Shoulda.
Woulda.
Right.
5 comments:
Face to face communication is always more difficult than when there's a computer screen in between. I find I always open up on the internet as well. It's like talking to yourself, but people can pick up what your saying without finding it weird. I even created my own blog at maroonserpent.blogspot.com.
Sounds like your daughter is some kind of rebel, travelling the world to find out who she is. Yes, I see how aggravating this can be to a parent. But sometimes children need no more parents - or think they don't need them.
Dr. Hendler, you mentioned Hope wouldn't get a summer job, but is it possible she might have worked at that store "The Pink Hour" in Hollywood at one time, the one I mentioned in your "Alright" blog post?
Teenagers have always been prone to rebellion. That said I can't imagine what it's like to be a parent with a child who is growing distant as she grows up.
As for making mistakes... isn't that part of growing up? I know that with some of my biggest mistakes I have sown the seeds of my biggest successes.
Maybe if you loosened your grip a little, she would be more receptive? Young people value their freedom, especially when it is newly found.
I agree with Margot.
I grew up in a very democratic, very open family. Our freedom was actively encouraged albeit within a safe and supportive environment. Many of my greatest triumphs happened because my parents dared us to dream and allowed us to discover ourselves.
It was this that ensure our love, respect and admiration for our parents and instilled an every present desire not to do wrong by them.
If the bird has flown the cage you can do more that be there for when she comes home.
Sir i have a 2 year old and if its one thing iv learned is that after a time they themsleves have to learn on thier own. Now matter how bad it hurts us it hurts them even more. Through the bad choices you made did you not become a better man?
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