It wasn’t until I became a mother did I truly appreciate and feel the guilt of the worry and anguish I must have caused my parents as a teenager. As previously stated in other blogs; I was not a well behaved person from the ages of 13-19. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t THAT bad, but I was a rebellious, sheltered private school kid who just wanted to have some fun. And unfortunately for my karma as a parent now, having fun meant defying my parents. It was literally for no reason, my parents were strict but they were your average strict; ‘don’t do drugs,’ ‘don’t get pregnant,’ (whoops) ‘don’t give into peer pressure, etc. They still very much allowed me to be a teenager, with the typical teenage enforced rules. I just had to break every rule set. It wasn’t that I was intentionally trying to piss my parents off, it was just that I didn’t like to hear the word no. So I found my way around it. That’s still one of my biggest personality characteristic. I also grew up as the youngest child, I was always trying to act older than I was. My parents favorite comeback line was ‘stop trying to act older than you are.’ Funny how, 10 years later I’m only 25 with a husband, 2 kids, a dog and a happy home. I’m already ahead of my time.

I didn’t truly comprehend the extent of my rebelliousness until after I had children. It almost seemed like the lifestyle was normal. I mean I’m just naturally a good time and that means I’m always trying to have fun. Between the ages of 13-19, I did everything I wasn’t supposed to do. Minus drugs. Drugs aren’t cool; hugs not drugs kids. Anyways, even as a teenager I was always trying to have a good time, even if my parents tried to turn down my party. It wasn’t just with my parents that I was rebellious and refused the word no. It was in school, sports, society…  The usual places for defiance.

I must have repressed my bad behaviors and really fun teenage days when I had my son, most likely to try and convince myself that I have always been the good, well behaved person I always wanted him to see me as. It wasn’t until I reminisced with my childhood best friends about our teenage days did I understand the fact that I am going to be royally titty fucked by karma when my kids become teenagers. I always knew the saying ‘your kid will be 10 times as bad as you were’ but I didn’t believe it. My son is sweet, shy, quiet and polite. It was when my daughter began talking and showing her personality that I realized… This was it, it was her. Two years old and she’s broken more rules in a day than some kids have at the age of 5. I’m scared. I’m very, very scared.

For your enjoyment and reading pleasure; I give to you 10 teenage anecdotes. I would say ‘top 10’ but they’re really just the first 10 I could think of.

  1. Dad buys me new car… Gives me rules ‘don’t go over the speed limit’, ‘no boys in the car’ ‘don’t drive in bad weather’ ‘don’t drive past curfew.’ The first night I drove my beloved first car to party at a friends house in January. It wasn’t baaaad weather, but it was icy, i guess. I left the party after at 11pm (you know my actual curfew), drove a male friend home and upon leaving the party accidentally slid on ice and hit a friends car (whom was driving his father’s car)
  2. Sophomore year of high school… Go to a local college party, cops show up, have to jump out a 2 story window.. And drive home past curfew.
  3. For some weird reason like every teenager who grew up in the early 2000s I went through a strange emo stage. Because of the sheltered private school girl that I was, I really could never perfect this look. Overly dramatic side bangs, that my mother actually forbid me to cut were just not a good look on me.The only good part about this stage in my life was the awesome music I discovered. Taking Back Sunday is still one of my favorite bands. Anyways, being the wannabe emo kid that I was, 2 girlfriends and I find out about a Say Anything concert I believe it was, about an hour away. Naturally, my mother said no for me to go. Naturally, I lied and said I was staying at a friends. But really I just extended the truth because I did stay at her house that night. Never, ever, ever thought she’d find out I went. She talks to my friends mom… And there ya go… I now get why having mom friends is so great.
  4. 13 years old get the coolest Nokia cell phone. ‘Emergency only’, ‘NO TEXT MESSAGING’… First month with the phone $350 of texting message fees.
  5. I was blessed and privileged enough to go to Europe my junior year of high school with my class. ‘No drinking’ was the number one rule. Guess who got drunk off of a blue mystery drink, a Mario and luigi in the face Italian waiter made me.
  6. Lucky for the hormones enraged teenager that I was one of my best friends had a twin brother, they both had friends sleep over. The older we got, the more fun it got. For obvious reasons, my parents were against the idea of me attending a sleepover birthday party where boys would be in the vicinity. For obvious reasons, I still went.
  7. 7th grade I really wanted to wax my eyebrows. My mother said I was too young. Coincidentally and very, very luckily one of my best friends had an ‘at home wax kit.’ Walked in her house with 2 eyebrows , walked out with 1.
  8. 17 years old, begged my dad to let me get my nose pierced, yeah… He said no, still got it. I held my hand in a fist over my nose before he noticed.
  9. Room was on the second floor, moms was on the first… I learned at a young age how to Magyver my way down 2 floors.
  10. ‘Don’t talk to strangers on MySpace’ *approves everyone that adds me*

Scheming at 13 does not ease my anxious thoughts of my two children becoming teenagers especially when I see so much of my personality in my daughter. Good thing, I’ve mastered how to play the game.


Mom…Dad: I get it; I’m sorry.




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