I was in Oregon over the weekend. It was a quick trip, but I got to see my daughter while I was there.
Well, sort of.
Mostly I got to see the outside of her closed bedroom door.
She has definitely become a teenager. And I'm not too fond of it.
Oh, I understand. I spent 1978 through the summer of 1984 either in my bedroom, or anywhere my motorcycle -- or later a car -- would take me that was were my parents or brothers weren't. I had a lock on my door, austensibly to keep my younger brothers out. But it offered a little valuable warning if a parent was at the door so I could stash the Robin Williams tape (of which mom would never have approved) or the Playboy and Penthouse magazines I liberated from the dump down by the creek (over which mom would have had a heart attack).
God forbid my daughter has a porn stash. I definitely would have a heart attack, especially if it's better than mine.
I just wanted to spend a little quality time, ya know? Damn it, I came all the way from California to see her! Spend time with her! I hadn't seen her since December. I may not see her again until March.
She was not touched or impressed.
Just when kids start to get interesting and you can actually have a conversation with them, they quit talking. Well, not really. They talk to seemingly everyone else -- on the phone, online -- but not to a parental unit WHO TRAVELED ALL THE WAY FROM CALIFORNIA!
I think I owe my parents an apology. And no one should have a porn stash until they are at least 18.
Check that. My daughter will be 18 in just over 4 years.
Let's make that 21. And let's hope I'm in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's by then. And if she ever bring up cock rings, regardless of her age, I will have a stroke.
Lord have mercy.
I think I'm going to go to my room now.
Parenthood
1 comment:
I think you are in luck, girls don't tend to have porn stashes. OK, I know you know that I have or had a porn stash, but that didn't happen till I was in my 30's. So give me a break!
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