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Sometimes teenagers can surprise us
Teenagers certainly are sent to try us and occasionally surprise us. Take my 15 year old daughter Nicola for instance. She has evolved from a happy go lucky child to a grumpy adolescent. Her idea of excercise is to use her digits when texting her friends on her Blackberry, or commenting on Facebook to a few of her 416 friends. How can a 15 year old have that many friends? She refuses to walk the length of herself, relying on being picked up or dropped off at various venues.
I try to be a "hip" mum and listen to the correct music that happens to be "in", but without trying to sound like my own mother -- it's a rabble!
Into the unknown.
A few days ago I took my life into my own hands. Armed with the vaccum cleaner, I took a deep breath, braced myself and entered her bedroom. As I opened the door, I stood there horrified and speechless. The first thing that crossed my mind was that we'd been burgled. There was "stuff" everywhere - books, cd's, clothes, and magazines. Mountains of stuff! The room was dark and gloomy as the curtains hadn't been opened for goodness knows how long. As I started to hang up some of the clothes, and tidy away the books and cd's, I prayed that I wouldn't come across a dead body!
After a few hours of clearing and hanging up the clothes, I noticed a beautiful blue floor - IT WAS THE CARPET! What a wonderful sight it was! I vaccumed, polished and cleaned my way around every inch of her room. It wasn't in vain either as I uncovered many treasures, including a sandwich which must have been so cold it had grown its own fur coat!!
Three hours and forty minutes later, I emerged triumphant from the pigsty which had been transformed into a habitable clean and tidy bedroom.
As expected at 4.30pm Nicola arrived home from school and I was greeted with her usual saying "I'm starving", then went on to say "Mum - I need to talk to you."
She went on to announce that she had been offered a job the day before working in the stock room of a local charity shop. She said that she had actually started the previous night by sorting out all her old clothes, books and cd's that she didn't want any more and had arranged for these to be collected by the charity.
As she left the room to go upstairs to her bedroom I shouted to her "Just popping out to the shops, back soon."
Sometimes parents get it wrong!!!