Is it really like this? Suddenly one wakes up and realizes you just don't know your children anymore?
I have two beautiful daughter's on the verge of teenage terror (which I've been mentally and emotionally preparing myself for since they hit puberty), but what I didn't realize is that the change would come so quickly and my girls would soon become "alienized". I used to be their best friend, I used to be the one they cuddled up to, asked for help, talked to endlessly about their problems, cried in my arms, asked for advice, consulted my opinion, I used to make you laugh, smile, dance, you used to want to be around me, show me off to your friends, cried when I'd leave, beg to come with, you used to run to me when I came home, kissed and hugged me endlessly...And now?
Shrug of the shoulders, flaring tempers and I can't get much for conversation, you hide up in your room, your face in your phone, your fingers are always moving, but your lips never talk, unless, you want something, it's like I'm being invaded by aliens, because I have no idea what is going on? How we lost touch? Shoot, I can't even begin to understand how I'm supposed to communicate with them anymore. Because when I ask a question... Ugh Mom, you just don't understand, storm off mad with an attitude. I just don't understand, where did my beautiful, sweet, smart, loving girls disappear to? What have I done? Where have I gone wrong?
Seriously, can anyone tell me, teach me, how I'm supposed to speak A-L-I-E-N to my pre-teens before I lose them to, well shoot, who do I lose them to? The thought is rather scary. One of my daughter's want to go to a special program within another school next year, when we inquired why she wants to attend this school, she states, "It's complicated, It's hard to explain"...TRY ME CHILD, I'm ALL EARS?!
Nothing but silence and attitude, conversation is over! I just don't get it?! Where did we fail to communication, can anyone translate? WHO OUT THERE SPEAKS ALIEN? Other ALIEN's yeah I know, I can talk to them, but they'd never tell me what's really going on inside my child's head, why? Because I can't speak the cotton picking language!
Am I that bad? Does my breath stink? Are my eyes cross? Am I stupid? What is it about ME, your MOM REMEMBER, that you can't hold a conversation? A random conversation? About anything? Something? Shoot, lets talk about nothing!!! Just talk to me!
Oh my precious girls, I love you dearly, but when I look at you, the sweet innocence is no longer there! I just see you... The A-L-I-E-N! But Mom still loves you anyway!
Until Next Time,