We were woken at 1pm last night by a very loud bang. Some lovely individuals had set off fireworks in our letterbox, and well…. the letterbox has not survived. MotH has setting off a la Bunnings to seek a replacement, and has already rang through his horror that a new one of the same kind will cost $170. Not happy Jan.

In cursing what was probably the larking of teenagers, I have had to stop short and rethink some of my behaviour at the same age.¬† As a teen, I was part of a boisterous group¬†whose behaviour¬† was¬†probably borderline thuggery. Stupid I know, but as a teen the hotted-up cars, and supposedly even hotter boys¬†were very attractive. The urge to be part of a ‘gang’ was strong, and with it came smoking (a habit I struggle to quit even now) and admittedly under-age drinking.

With my kids now entering their teen years, I worry about them becoming involved with similar groups.¬† As a teen, I was let loose by my parents who were by then divorced and didn’t provide much (any) supervision and little guidance. MotH and I work hard though¬†to provide a better environment, and definitely more supervision.

I realise now that the larking in my teen years would have caused others discomfort, and damage to others’ property. While I was generally a witness and bystander to the mischief, I was by no means innocent, and never tried to alter others’ behaviour. I’m not sure how you repay that as an adult, except to ensure the behaviour is not handed down to the next generation.

So my apologies to those to whom I have caused distress. I will at least endeavour to make certain my children do not behave likewise.


May the force be with us

Kid1 officially entered her teens at 7.22am this morning. Unofficially she’s been there for about 18 months.

She is a loving, nurturing soul with an intelligent and humourous mind. All small children (and our dog) are besotted with her, and the adults in the family enjoy her wit, her generosity and responsible take on life.

The devil inside is saved for her immediate family. In the build up to becoming a teen we have started to see the not so pleasant hormonal side. Lordy, help us now! At Christmas time, holidays away were distinctly tainted by sullenness, monosyllabic responses and a general resentment that lasted three days. I was ready to pay for additional accommodation to house her separately.

It worries that this is only the beginning. And if I’m having some wee concerns, MotH is having kittens! There have already been the a number of head banging sessions, as neither the father nor the daughter will back down. My hostage negotiation skills are becoming mightily refined.

I look around, and while I do know a number to lovely teenagers, I have also met those from the dark side. A girlfriend has endured a horrendous couple of years with her teenage twins, now 17, involving drinking, absconding in the middle of the night, shop-lifting, breaking and entering (admittedly in the family’s holiday home- but the police were called out), and running away. My girlfriend is lovely, and I cannot believe the parents are always to blame. I have known my girlfriend since she was 15, and there is a far amount of karma in her daughters’ behaviour. However, their’s is a hard working middle class family, with the children in private schools, etc. etc.

I’m just not so sure how far the good parenting goes when the force is not with you. So, with light sabre in hand and the Wookie (MotH) behind me, we shall brave the fight with dark side.