No really. I did. I used to wish that my parents would just be so bad that they would stop caring about what I did.
I was wrong. Very.
I wanted to have bad parents so that I could do whatever I wanted to do. Looking back, I’m sure my parents thought I was a hot mess. Thing is, what I wanted to do was pretty darn tame. I wanted to stay up late. Why? So I could keep reading books or listening to music. Diabolical kid that I was I wanted to spend the night at my friends’ houses all the time. Why? So we could watch movies together. We weren’t watching movies that my parents wouldn’t approve of either, unless Reality Bites and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun are on some bad list I don’t know about.
Boys. I wanted to hang out with boys. Not do things that you shouldn’t do, just hang out.
I wasn’t a hot mess. I was boring.
Once I moved from the family home and was able to do whatever I wanted to do, know what I did? I stayed up late reading books, writing poems, watching movies, and hanging out with boys. Just hanging out.
However, I also developed a whole new set of I wannas. I wanted to get piercings and tattoos. I wanted to dye my hair black. I knew my parents wouldn’t approve. So, I wished they were bad parents so I wouldn’t care about their opinions as much.
Now that I am a parent myself, I have realized a few things. My husband had bad parents. He was an actual hot mess as a teenager and has has to deal with the aftermath of those bad parents. My parents were looking out for my safety. Boys don’t always just want to hang out. I still don’t see much wrong with staying up late other than being tired, but then again, I don’t have to get up and go to school everyday. Now that I have tattoos, piercings, and black hair, the darndest thing happened. My parents still loved me just as much as they ever did.
The love and support of parents is am amazing thing. I hope my boys feel the same way about me, once they get over wishing I was bad of course.
My Parents, aren't they cute?
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awesome Lindsey <3
My eyes were drawn to this line above all the rest “I wasn’t a hot mess. I was boring.”
Why did it flash in neon on my screen? Because that was my issue as a teenager. Although many, many people thought I was a hot mess – they were so very wrong. I was just what you said – boring.
Boring is safe, yes. But at that age, it stinks.
Your parents are cute! It is an awesome thing to grow up and be able to praise them. I am assuming your mother-in-law doesn’t read your blog…ha. I know you are probably an awesome mom. Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting.
I can SO relate to this; I’ve never seen it written out like this–but as I was reading the post all I could think was “omg, this is me!” LOL
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