Before I speak, I have something important to say.
This weekend I chaperoned 50 teenagers for my daughters 16th birthday party.
Me. Only me. 50 kids. I know.
And guess what? Not a problem was seen. I did turn a blind eye to some activity but there was nothing too worrying. Really, they were funny and helpful and really, really nice to me.
What was fascinating to watch was the tribal aspect of the group. There was a class system amongst them and a pecking order, which no doubt came straight from the quadrangles of school. The law of the jungle in the Botanical Gardens.
It reminded me of when I attended my last school reunion, held on the school grounds. As the night wore on, we all edged into the groups of our teens and as I looked around at the older yet familiar faces, I realised nothing really changes.
But I cannot state enough how much I like my kids friends. Perhaps I am not like other parents, I don’t always believe the propaganda fed to them about life from adults who forgot they fucked up more than once. I see a lot of bullshit with other parents. Like they forgot they were young once and became ignorant with age. Open your eyes lovelies and look at your kids. Speak the truth to them and tell them about the stupid shit you did, so they don’t feel so awkward and alone.
My friends and I have told my daughter about the dumb shit we did as kids. The horrifying moments that we survived. The bad decisions, the boys, the girls, the scary moments and the dark nights of the soul. They are hilarious stories to revisit but what they tell my daughter is that we survived those moments and they will also.
Here are some of the things I know to be true, that kids aren’t always told:
And finally, this one. I say this to my kids and their friends all the time…
And this is what I know.
P.S Thank you for the emails, comments and calls of concern and love. I am a little better. Taking care of myself. I know the drill now. Your love is amazing.