Technology has so altered our culture that the 21st century teen-dom of our kids is completely and utterly different than our own teen years — and so foreign as to be incomprehensible. Really? I’m not so sure.
I think Lizzie may be spending her teen years doing just what I did for the same reasons I did — but in a different (and completely understandable) way. If you’re looking for a bridge across the digital divide, take a look at my latest post,I is for Internet at mom.me. I think you’ll also be interested in Lizzie’s take on the importance of her online life…and her disdain and hatred of smartphones!
Help is what we want to give. It’s why we’re here. It’s what we’ve always done: helping our kids learn to walk and talk and feed themselves, to read a book, throw a ball, pet a cat, ride a bike. We were so useful! Their little arms reached up to us as they asked for, pleaded for and gratefully accepted our help. Remember those days?
Fast-forward 14, 15, 16, 17 years.
When was the last time you offered to help your teen? When was the last time she accepted?
Read more: H is for Help at mom.me
You love them. You hate them. They sabotage you. They rescue you.
Lizzie and I talk about the ups and downs of girl-to-girl friendships in our newest post, G is for Girlfriends at mom.me. It’s part of our series, The A to Zs of Teenagers. That’s seven letters down, 19 more to go. Will we make it?
Like all mothers, I have two families: the one I happened into and the one I made happen. I had nothing to do with the former (I simply arrived on the scene) and everything to do with the latter.
What can we learn (or unlearn) from our past?
What did I learn as a daughter than makes me a better mother?
You can read more — here — at mom.me where Lizzie and I are blogging on the A to Zs of Teenagers. This one is F is for Family.
Eat more. Eat less. Eat healthier. Eat slower. Eat breakfast. Eat with the family. Don’t eat standing in front of the open refrigerator. Eat a piece of fruit if you’re hungry. Don’t eat in your room.
Does any of this—does all of this—sound familiar?
Lizzie and I write about the battle ground of food in our ongoing column, The A to Zs of Teenagers, at mom.me. Here is it.
I’m talking about the drama of the mother-daughter relationship, that joyful, painful, hot, cold, ying, yang, dizzying, tumultuous blend of intense bonding and icy distance, long hugs and exasperated eye rolls, deeply shared moments and stone-cold silences, glorious sun and ferocious storms.
The random acts of kindness.
The random acts of meanness.
You can read more — plus Lizzie’s take on teen girl drama — here at mom.me where we are blogging on the A to Zs of Teenagers. This one is D is for Drama.
In those dark days of Lizzie’s mid-teenhood, when we rode an emotional rollercoaster that almost did me in (and would have, had I not made it into a book—My Teenage Werewolf: a Mother, A Daughter, A Journey through the Thicket of Adolescence), it seemed as if the only times we stopped squaring off against each other, the only times we weren’t busy spoiling for a fight, were when we were sitting across a little table at our local hang-out sipping our coffee drinks. In this new post at mom.me, C is for Coffee, Lizzie and I talk about what this time meant to us. When I read what Lizzie wrote, it almost made me forget how I used to want to wring her neck.
This post is part of our The A to Zs of Teenagers series. Check out A is for Advice and B is for Boyfriends. Next up: D is for…you guess it, DRAMA.
Lizzie and I discuss what makes for an ideal boyfriend in this second in a series of (maybe) 26 posts we’re writing for mom.me. Read it here.
When I saw our names together as authors, I got all misty-eyed. Not that I would wish being a writer on her…but who knew, in the darkest days of werewolfdom, that we would be collaborating on posts, both paid authors.
Mothers are free with advice.
Daughters are loathe to take it.
Gee, that’s news…
But Lizzie and I have our own unique take on this thorny mother-daughter subject. We’re blogging together at mom.me… from A to Z. This is our first post: A is for Advice. Take a look!
Noticed that I haven’t posted recently? That’s because all mother-daughter issues have been resolved, and there’s just nothing to write about. That’s because I have learned all the lessons of motherhood and am now busy readying myself for sainthood. That’s because my werewolf is an angel, and my house is as calm as a yoga retreat.
Actually, I HAVE been blogging about the ups and downs of life with a teen — at mom.me, a big, lively site that includes articles and essays and blogs on parenting kids of all ages. And the, um, adventure, continues.
Here are links to my most recent posts. Please do click and take a look.
On Not Being College-Bound
Learning to let my daughter control her fate
Watching My Daughter Drive
Why it breaks my heart, just a little
My Kid Doesn’t Care About Voting
Finally 18, and just not interested in the election