Yearly Archives: 2011

Teens and Dating

One of the very first blogs that I liked, that I read regularly, was Chris’ Notes from the Trenches.  She was homeschooling her brood at the time, lived in a different state, and kept me laughing and nodding my head with every single post.

photo credit: danorth1

Those of you who read this blog regularly know that I have some strong feelings on kids and media–I’ve even published a book about it. As a mom, I worry about sexting, put iTunes songs through a lyrics check, and think that a group of kids hanging out together ought to put their phones away and hang out with each other, for goodness sakes.

What’s all that have to do with Chris from Notes from the Trenches?  She also happens to write for alphamom, and recent wrote this post about teens and dating.  If you’re the parent of a teenage boy, you’ve got to pop over and read it.  Although her son’s experience may be a bit extreme, this is the kind of stuff that goes on.  For real. I found myself nodding in agreement more often that I’d like to admit.

If you have a teenage daughter, as several of my close friends do, fair warning:  Chris’ post is about her son’s aggressive girlfriend.  And I will say right here and now that my friends’ daughters are not a part of this crazy club.  They are so far from this kind of aggressive–any kind of aggressive, even–that they’re in an entirely different class of kid.

So it’s not that all girls are aggressive.  It’s that the ones who are, really are.

As grown-up girls ourselves, I think most moms would agree that this has been true of boys through the ages.  Would you agree?  I certainly knew non-aggressive boys who were perfectly nice dates and others with whom I wouldn’t have wanted to be alone in a dark room on any day of the year.

So why all the thoughts about girls?  I think it’s because this kind of forwardness, this really aggressive behavior is newer for girls.  I’m not sure exactly what the impetus is–maybe it’s easier to be aggressive via texting or email, maybe girls are more assertive earlier (a good thing) and are confused about how assertiveness and sexuality co-exist peacefully; maybe “love” seems more real, sooner, because kids don’t connect by passing notes in class, but by texting and Facebooking each other endlessly.

Regardless of why, and regardless of whether we’re parents of boys or girls, we’re all parents.  And every parent I know is trying their best to raise kids who are kind and thoughtful and decent.  None of us want our sons or daughters to be overly aggressive dates or spouses.  So, I point you to Chris’ post in order to get you thinking, right along with me.

Nymbler, and Second Chances

Choosing baby names wasn’t an easy task for me, except once, the second time, when somehow we just knew our boy’s name from the get-go.  The others, though, were tedious.  There was the pouring over the baby name books, each of us making our own first super-long list, then cutting our lists to our top picks before we shared them with each other.  

Without having to give a reason, we then crossed off any name from each others’ lists that didn’t sit well.  My husband, for example, wasn’t having anything to do with Savannah (“Because we’re from Georgia,” he asked-a bit derisively, if memory serves.  We’re not by the way.  From Georgia.) Crossed off.  I, on the other had, wasn’t going for Ann.  Without an “e” for goodness sakes!  We all have our issues, right?  Crossed off.

So here I am, all these years later, and no, no, no, not pregnant, but I found myself playing around over at Nymbler, which claims to be “your personal baby name assistant.”

I entered a few names I liked, like Anne and Grace and Kate, and here are the names it fed me:

Johanna
Amy
Susan

Really?  I like Kate and you give me Johanna?  How are these alike?

I accidentally clicked again, and it fed me a new batch:

Lily
Ella
Claire

These are names I could live with.  Lily, in fact, was on my girl-name short list every time.  Not bad Nymbler.  Another good reason to give everyone (or everything) a second chance.

Ready.

photo credit: The Glass Beehive

The spring thaw isn’t at hand, here.  In fact, it’s snowing right now, big wet flakes sure to stick to the many inches that are already there.

But the hope of spring, it’s here.

We all know it’s coming, eventually; we dream of the green grass, the tulips poking through, the buds on the bushes.

But the best thing about spring is the hope it stirs in all of us for a new beginning:  we look forward to spring cleaning for our closets, sure, but for our lives, too.

Sometimes change is thrust upon us, hard, hurting, and the sunshine and new life of spring calls us out of the dark and helps us move forward.

Other times we wallow through the winter, aimless for no real reason, slogging through the slush and clouds until we finally pick ourselves up and dust off the dross in the springtime.

There are days when the snow glistens and the sun shines and winter is a beautiful, gorgeous season.

But I am cold and tired of huddling and ready to skip in the fresh spring air.  Aren’t you?

It’s not near at hand, but it’s coming.  It’s coming.