I was, indeed, once a teenage girl.
I don’t think I was as bad as I could have been, however, I was no picnic. When I look back and wonder how things may have been better all around, a few things come to mind.
There will be a time when her friends are an all consuming process. Please, don’t hate every single friend she has. I’m 40, my mother has never liked ANY of my friends. Including boyfriends and even now, my husband. Needless to say, I do not trust my mothers judgment about anyone in my life. I know the answer. As an adult with perspective, I understand it now, I certainly didn’t then. It would have been nice to have been able to have friends come over, but I didn’t dare, I didn’t want to hear the shit. Let me emphasize, you do NOT want to be the parent your kid is afraid to bring their friends around.
Value WHO she is, not who you think she should be. Acknowledge the good things she does that display her character. Ultimately, her character is what her life will be based on.
Upthread was mentioned, don’t make every fleeting interest into a career. If she picks up a Rubik’s Cube, don’t enroll her in the physics club. Let her interests ebb and flow, encourage diversity and exploration. (BTW, the astrophysicist mentioned upthread is Neil DeGrasse Tyson, he was recently on The Daily Show, you can watch it on Hulu.com)
We aren’t birds, don’t throw her out of the nest and expect her to fly. She’s been working on walking out your door for many years. Act like you expect her to grow up. Prepare her. Teach her about finances, budgets.
I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 16. I had a curfew. I believe that curfews serve two purposes, one, it gets your kid home at a time you agree on and to me, most importantly, it gives your child an “out” of doing something they may not be comfortable with. You are the parent, allow them to make you be the bad guy sometimes to allow them to safe face with their peers.
Her looks. My god, if you notice a zit, it is THE END OF THE WORLD. There is a happy medium between telling her she is beautiful enough to be a super model (even if she is) and being overly critical. Trust me, she’ll start dressing in ways you won’t imagine.
Never, ever underestimate what a small gesture or comment can do. When I was dating, I came home late one night, we really actually did have car trouble. When I came home, my stepfather was sitting in the chair waiting. He stood up, put a quarter in my hand and said “It fits every payphone in town.” and turned around and went to bed. I felt like the worlds biggest jerk. It never happened again. Another occasion, I loved decorating my room. One day, in comes my stepfather, he says “It’s amazing the things you come up with to decorate, you can really do a lot with very little.” A guy. Complimenting me on my design. WOW.
There is a huge struggle trying to become an adult. One minute, parents suck, the next, you got a kid that desperately needs a hug. Again, she isn’t a baby bird, let her come back to her childhood when she needs to. Think of it like punctuated equilibrium. Even the sea has rocks to crash on. She’ll learn from you how to handle conflict.
You probably won’t have any idea what she is really doing. To a certain extent, you’ve done what you can do to instill the desire to make good choices. I hope you have taught her was a true friend is, and how to distinguish them from acquaintances.
I guess what I’m trying to say is good luck. This too shall pass. Try to remain someone she WANTS to know, not someone she has to. I know the book gets a lot of flack, but I really like the book “Reviving Ophelia.” It goes into the types of experiences girls have.
I apologize for the length, it hits a bit close to home to me. I’m trying like hell to raise my daughter to be a good person and to not make the mistakes my mother made.