This past few weeks have brought moments of fear, horror and complete disbelief. My son is no longer the innocent little man I mistakenly thought he would always be.
Exhibit A - Driving in our new automobile, which has whiz-bang techno gadgets, and means we have a USB stick full of music that can be played. Cool right? Choosing song to play and I hear "Dedication to my ex" from the back seat. I say "what ex?"......"Mum, it's a song". Ok then. I'm getting old. The next day I remembered the song, so thought I would have a listen. Mistake. I nearly crashed the car. You have more than likely heard the radio edit of this song, but here's the version my husband got from iTunes for the kids...... Dedication to my Ex - Explicit Version! I just love that Lochie now has that song to sing out loud and proud......not.
Exhibit B - Driving in my bomb-of-a-car, approximately 8pm. Advertisement on the radio comes on. For "Little Horny Devils".....ah----hemmmmmmm....... It goes a little something like this - "toys that go buzz in the night"! I'm trying to act like there's no sound in the car at all. And then it happened. The giggle. I look at him and ask him what he's laughing about? "The Ad" he guffaws....... Oh Lord give me strength - he understands the bloody ad....
Exhibit C - Sitting at our family dinner at an Indian Restaurant on Sunday night. There's a tv in the restaurant playing the cricket, cos that's how they roll. Ad comes on (frickin ads!!!) - and Lochie comes out with something about "The Hangover". It becomes very clear that he has watched the movie. I am past unimpressed, moving onto furious. My interrogation begins quite calmly, until it occurs to me that I have next to no control what my 13 year old is doing, watching etc at other people's homes. This frightens me. My fear continues until I let loose at him last night. And these are some of the things I said to him....
"You are 13, you have the rest of your life to watch that shit.
You are a kid, you don't need to watch sex, drugs and whatever else is in that shit.
You are supposed to be responsible and know what I would and wouldn't be happy with you watching."
The list goes on..... But what it boils down to is this. I have a teenager. A teenage boy. And it scares the shit out of me. He has always been very responsible, thoughtful and pretty trustful. But I fear the age of 13 has brought a whole new kettle of fish in to the equation? I know I can't wrap him up in cotton wool, but there's a whole big world out there, full of things I don't think he's ready or prepared for, and I don't know how to cope with it.
How do you cope with your children moving in to teenage years?
Oh this just scares the crap out of me, boy teenagers and having no control over them!!!! At least I can ask u what to do when Luke is 13 as u would have been through it all by then.
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