Teenagers are weird on many levels. I'm sure there's a blog out there dedicated to just that topic. Today at softball practice after school, one of the girls (sophomore) asked me to hold a ring of hers. Of course, the other girls say "oohhhh, pretty ring", etc. Turns out, the boyfriend (junior) gave the girl her ring for Christmas. It has precious stones in it, including what appeared to be diamonds. How cute (the throw up a little in your mouth kind).
I used to pretend that the skin-tinting rings from Chuckie Cheese were given to me by some hopeless romantic (third-grader, not high schooler) But, who didn't do that?! However, serious relationships in high school, early high school, ones that involve precious stones are just radarndiculous. To think that at 15, you've linked hearts with your forever soul mate is just mind boggling. You can't remember to do your homework but you're ready to play house with someone else that can't remember to do their homework? You can't go to the bathroom without raising your hand to ask but you want to share a bathroom with someone that can't legally buy you cold medicine? Really?
The kicker is when the parents of said lovebirds encourage such serious behavior. They know their kids are kids...they still take care of them! Over our lovely sushi dinner tonight, I explained to Tie that our children (whence they come) shan't be having uber-serious high school relationships. The first time I see even a semi-precious stone being given or gotten, the hammer is coming down and the jewelry is being pawned for bars to go on the windows (to prevent the Romeo/Juliet scenario).
Now, aforementioned husband and I starting dating in high school. His junior year, my senior year. We dated all through college (different schools, 3 hours apart). We never broke up. However, all of this is completely irrelevant because we were totally an exception. We were (and still are) very independent, had our own friends and in my opinion (which is what matters in my blog, :), were never overly serious until it became pretty obvious that we were locked in (yep, romance is overrated). And yeah, we were just different. We didn't stand in the hallway, our noses 3 inches apart, looking into each others eyes, searching for acceptance (girlfriend) or less noble things (boyfriend) every time the stinkin' bell rang. We didn't plaster the inside of our lockers with pictures of each other from infancy to last week and of course, no semiprecious stones were exchanged. Seemed to work for us...
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It amazes me, that is the diffrence in being a teanager for me, and for you. Now you see it! Remember that in Bible times Mary and Joseph were parents at a young age. In many times People did not live to be very old. Every generation does have "the harmones" in commmon. Someone has to teach the next generarion how to control themselves instead of being controlled by their own feelings or others that have harmful ideas. You are in a place to make a differnce in so many lives. You may not hear that you are reconized for your efforts until they grow up.
ReplyDeleteI really like this blogging thing you are doing Katie. It's starting to convince me that mom and I did some things right during your upbringing.....:)
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