Well. Hello there. Long time, no blog. I have no excuses to offer.
Wait. Yes I do. Four to be exact. But we don’t call them excuses in our house. We call them blessings. Or maniacs. Depends on the day.
Anyway. Back to the lecture at hand (<-- name that circa-1992 song)
You know I love to write. Basically because I like to talk and when I write, no one can cut me off and tell me to stop the words (like I have to do to one of my own children because LAWDY so.many.questions.)
And while I love to write, I especially enjoy it when there is a purpose. Now, don’t get me wrong. I can ramble like a BOSS and chase them squirrels BUT it seems that God gave me an opinionated personality and, while I do try and keep that in check, there are some things I feel very passionate about these days, probably because Dallas and I are living them first hand.
Those two words are ALL CAPS for a reason. Y’all. The real reason I haven’t blogged is because of this last year and those two words. Not entirely but basically.
If you have a teenage girl or a girl at all, don’t hear me hating on them because I am not. I have many friends with teenage girls whom I absolutely adore (and secretly pray my boys will marry). It’s just that, well, I was once one of those teenage girls and…whew. Let’s just say that I DREAD a version of me at thirteen to come within a ten-foot-pole’s distance of my son. But they are.
And who wouldn’t?! I am absolutely biased but my first born is witty, athletic and quite easy on the eyes…and all of these things SCARE THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF ME.
I initially thought I would share more details on our battles but I decided that it’s not important. Let’s just say that there have been conversations with girls via texting and Instagram (that he literally had an account for about 6 total minutes!) that have forced us to moderately stalk our child and all his methods of communication. And we do it absolutely unapologetically.
Now listen. Some of you may be thinking that we’re extreme, that “boys will be boys,” and that this is normal. However, this is where I’m pretty black-and-white. I do not like the “boys will be boys” excuse. Boys are, by nature, impulsive humans who need direction until they are mature enough to make good choices for themselves. That is our job.
I know it’s exhausting. I know it’s never ending. I am constantly asking myself, “When does this end?” which is obviously a waste of breath since I have three more little d’s coming up behind him. But here’s my point.
Monitor your kids. Please. FOR THE LOVE. Don’t be afraid to say no to them. Don’t be afraid to take that phone and review everything (and I do mean EVERYTHING, even the deletes – I can tell you how to do that if you need to know).
And just so we’re clear. I’m speaking to moms of both boys and girls. I need my boy moms on this crazy train with me because we all know that when one boy has waaaaaay more freedom than the others, it makes it waaaaaaaay more difficult to be effective in our quest at keeping their age-appropriate innocence. Nonetheless, I’m empowering you all to STAND FIRM.
Believe me. I know what you’re thinking. “Dawn, I don’t want to know what’s on their phone.”
Well, friends, I didn’t, either, but if you’re not in touch with what they’re doing now, it’s only going to get worse. Deal with it now. Let’s hold hands and deal with it together. Solidarity, my sweet sisters.