THE DREADED “TALK”
By Jennifer Rawlings
As a mother of teenagers nothing strikes fear in my heart as much as my kids saying to me “ Mom, I need to talk you.”
My mind immediately races to thoughts such as: “Oh My God, you’re pregnant!” or “Did you get someone pregnant?” or “Are you going to jail?”, “Do you have a drug problem?”, “ Are you seeking emancipation from me?”, “Did you join the Army?”., “What did you do wrong……spit it out already?”
The other day was no exception. At dinner, my son Noah commented that Courtney (my daughter) told me everything. He went on to muse that perhaps daughters and sons have a different relationship with their moms. In between bites of pasta and swigs of chardonnay I told Noah: “You can tell me anything. There is nothing you can say that will change the way I feel about you. I love you.”
As I cleared the table I was anxiously waiting for Noah to drop a bomb, I just didn’t know what kind of bomb it was going to be. Nothing happened. I walked into my bedroom to fold a pile of clothes and Noah followed. He pulled the door shut and I thought, “ wow, this is a doozy.”
Noah, a freshman in high school looked at me with his spiky hair, blue eyes, and awkward teenage wardrobe and said: “ Mom, I have something to tell you.” Oh no here it comes.
“ I want you to know that I have a girlfriend and it is pretty serious.”
“What’s her name? Where does she go to school?”
“ I realize that you are in high school and you might feel that you are old enough to….” “……but I don’t think so, do you understand about…..?”
Noah looked at me like I was from outer space “ I know mom, none of that is going on….I just wanted to let you know I have a girflfriend….and I will talk to you before anything like that happens. I am going to walk down the street and buy a root beer. Love you, mom”
As Noah walked away in his salmon colored pants and yellow high tops I decided to quit panicking when my kids say in a serious voice: “ I need to talk.” Maybe my kids just need me to listen.
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I’m terrified that I’ll never learn how to speak “boy.”