Yesterday my friend and I spent a good portion of our day debating our differing parenting techniques.
It all started out with a conversation about whether or not her 14 year old daughter should be allowed to have her belly button pierced.
This lead to the view that perhaps the piercing could be perceived as sexual by the boys her age, and of course, nobody wants their daughter to be viewed as a ho.
So moving along, I bring up the fact that I tell my children most anything about my time as a teen.
She says, “You wouldn’t tell them at what age you lost your virginity, would you?”
I replied, “I absolutely would. If I felt it would create further educational dialogue I would.”
She replied, “I wouldn’t. I think it would only give them license to do as you did.”
Not that I was young or anything.
I was a virgin till I got married at 26.
MY MOTHER READS THIS BLOG!
Now, though, she’s got me questioning myself.
Maybe I am too open and honest?
Maybe my jokes and playful banter could give my kids the wrong idea?
This morning I left my son a note.
I thought I was funny.
I certainly was not saying that if he didn’t have to buy tickets for the high school musical, he could go out and score a gram.
I showed my husband after I wrote the note, and I was like, “I am the funniest mother in the land! How could you turn to drugs and alcohol when your mother is this hilarious!”
However, this is how I found the note after my son left for school.
He had not left me a note in reply saying, “I love you mommy! You’re the best!”
Instead, the note was found in the garbage under a yogurt container.
Was the location of the note suggestive?
Was my son trying to tell me that I am not, in fact, funny?
‘Cause I am! I SO am!
I’m choosing to ignore the symbolism of the fact that the note was found in the garbage can.
Instead I’m going to focus on the fact that it was found in the garbage can, yes, but not in the garbage can UNDER the pile of cat poo we cleaned up from the living room earlier this morning.
Yes, I threw cat poo in the garbage can in the kitchen.
Don’t judge me. It was early. I was tired.
I’m totally going to empty the garbage can…any minute now…for sure in the next hour.