Being the mother of teens isn't getting any easier. Relations with my daughter, although generally good, are increasingly fraught as we battle for supremacy over all aspects of her life. May thinks I'm an old bat who is over protective. I think she's a stroppy little madam who wants to do too much too soon. The latest clash is about a trip to Lloyd Park (about 3 miles from home) that she wants to make with her friends. I agreed, but then became a little concerned when she said they would then go on to a sleepover at one of the girl's house. So was going to be in the park? Were they planning to meet boys there as well?
"Oh, why don't you trust me?...May blubbed.
"Because I was 14 once, that's why", I retorted.
I demanded her friend's mum's telephone number.
"you're not going to phone Annie's mum, are you? You know where Annie lives".
I left her question hanging for a moment. Should I push this showdown all the way, or call a truce. I opted for the latter, when we both agreed that having May's mobile number would suffice. They say that you have to choose which battles to fight, so I'll hold fire on this one.
Peace and love.
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