bijouxbroussard · F
@bijouxbroussard That's too funny ....we talk about music and my days of going to punk rock shows at his age ...he likes hearing about crazy stories from being a punk 😂
bijouxbroussard · F
@chernobylplaygr0unds One “get up” I use to wear after high school was a black fringe leather jacket, black jeans along with my huge Afro and shades. Mom used to shake her head when I’d come home from college dressed in that way, but many years later, when I was in my 50s, I was getting her wallet for her and discovered that she had a picture of me from those days tucked in the back. ☺
@bijouxbroussard That's so sweet 🥹
SunshineGirl · 36-40, F
@SunshineGirl That's great ! Letting kids grow into their own person is super important but with our guidance and support
SleepingWithGhosts · 46-50, M
@SleepingWithGhosts That's awesome! We went to see CKY play and he was in his first ever mosh pit ...he loved it !
SleepingWithGhosts · 46-50, M
@chernobylplaygr0unds That's so cool!
LunarOrbit · 61-69, M
Theres a difference. And I see the same thing with my kids.
Your mom wasn’t a punkhead. That was all alien to her. She didn’t know punk music. She didn’t like the clothes. She couldn’t grasp the meaning.
But You can relate. You had the look, the music, the connection. Now you can appreciate your son’s direction. 😊
Im thrilled my kids take after me. My oldest is my mini-me (from what others told me). It makes me proud. But I still look at him sideways when he suggests something ‘weird’ to me. I think its a protective thing we develop as a parent.
Your mom wasn’t a punkhead. That was all alien to her. She didn’t know punk music. She didn’t like the clothes. She couldn’t grasp the meaning.
But You can relate. You had the look, the music, the connection. Now you can appreciate your son’s direction. 😊
Im thrilled my kids take after me. My oldest is my mini-me (from what others told me). It makes me proud. But I still look at him sideways when he suggests something ‘weird’ to me. I think its a protective thing we develop as a parent.
@LunarOrbit absolutely! Good point !
separatetheheart · 31-35, M
Mamapolo2016 · F
Y’know, when my daughter was 17-ish, she said something startling to me. “Do you know how hard it is to rebel against you?”
When I was 17, I had no thoughts of rebelling against my folks. One single incident that I recall was when my brother, four years older than me, was married and had returned to our community with his wife. By that time I was 20 and home from college for the summer.
It was time for a revival at my dad’s church. This did not involve rolling around on the floor or speaking in tongues. It was, by our lights, entertaining and even fun. My Dad was something of a rebel himself. He played Jesus Christ, Superstar, in Sunday morning service. In terms of defiance, it seems laughable now but it was shocking then. The revival would include a nationally known chalk artist, who accompanied his talk with black light chalks and a soundtrack. He could cause a thunderstorm or the creation of the world with his skills.
But when Dad assumed we all would show up seven nights in a row for the revival, my brother and his wife and I balked. After a brief and emotional phone call, we decided we would attend the opening night of the revival and talk to Dad afterward. The talk was even more emotional. Nobody yelled but we dropped tears and confusion.
My point, I think, is that kids, regardless of their age, need something to rebel about to establish their own boundaries. Ours was extremely mild by modern standards. There were real wounds, which mended, and we felt awful but proud we had drawn our line in the sand. But none of us left unharmed.
I think now that we have to let our kids sever the apron strings. That’s how the world moves on and changes, for better or worse.
When I was 17, I had no thoughts of rebelling against my folks. One single incident that I recall was when my brother, four years older than me, was married and had returned to our community with his wife. By that time I was 20 and home from college for the summer.
It was time for a revival at my dad’s church. This did not involve rolling around on the floor or speaking in tongues. It was, by our lights, entertaining and even fun. My Dad was something of a rebel himself. He played Jesus Christ, Superstar, in Sunday morning service. In terms of defiance, it seems laughable now but it was shocking then. The revival would include a nationally known chalk artist, who accompanied his talk with black light chalks and a soundtrack. He could cause a thunderstorm or the creation of the world with his skills.
But when Dad assumed we all would show up seven nights in a row for the revival, my brother and his wife and I balked. After a brief and emotional phone call, we decided we would attend the opening night of the revival and talk to Dad afterward. The talk was even more emotional. Nobody yelled but we dropped tears and confusion.
My point, I think, is that kids, regardless of their age, need something to rebel about to establish their own boundaries. Ours was extremely mild by modern standards. There were real wounds, which mended, and we felt awful but proud we had drawn our line in the sand. But none of us left unharmed.
I think now that we have to let our kids sever the apron strings. That’s how the world moves on and changes, for better or worse.
@Mamapolo2016 My son and I have great communication . He knows he can talk to me about anything...whether I know everything is a different matter and I'm ok with not knowing everything...I'm pretty much of the mindset give him enough rope to have his independence and to figure some things out on his own ...but I am here to reign him in when I see him going down a dark path ..we talk about it ...then his choices are his own to make and so are the consequences of his choices...
Mamapolo2016 · F
@chernobylplaygr0unds I agree with that and commend you. For a while it seemed my daughter lay awake at night, searching for challenges.
These days my daughter and I are very close, closer than we were when we were both growing up , although we were close then.
These days my daughter and I are very close, closer than we were when we were both growing up , although we were close then.
