Still, if my daughter, as a 7th grader, asked this of me last year, the answer would have been, "No. " As a single parent, with no co-parenting assistance, all the decisions are mine. Therefore, as she grows up and continues to blossom, I will cherish the evenings when she curls up in my bed, laughs like a silly little girl and we say our prayers together.
Consequently, it's hard to play "good cop/bad cop" by myself. Then, I hand over the cash and lay down my restrictions. Knowing that I've raised a really strong, confident, smart young lady, I worry little that her 8th grade "firsts" will be any more than the innocent "firsts" that I experienced: Nevertheless, I'm freaked the freak out.
Max Linsky found such a contract in a middle school hallway, and it is one of the best things I’ve ever read in my entire life: See Also: Oh No, This Man Told His Wife He’s Grossed Out By Her Vaginal Hygiene It’s perfect.
My daughter is only 12 (soon to be 13) in the 8th grade, but she looks and acts like her older classmates and friends. We both know that I'm not smarter than an 8th grader. It's the boy stuff; it's the wearing of eyeliner and mascara; it's the parties and "hanging out". I love that my daughter speaks openly to me about "cute boys", Stars with killer abs, and "hot" booktubers. No hanging at the Grove, unchaperoned on Saturday afternoons with a group of "friends" for lunch!
In the backseat they were chattering away, and in the front seat, I was the proverbial fly on the wall. “Yeah, they have been hooking up for a while.” Dating? I wondered how they could be talking about these things when they couldn’t even drive a car or pay for the movies.
They were laughing about another friend who was “dating” a girl. It got me wondering what exactly “dating” means to middle schoolers, and whether it’s a good idea at that age.
a relationship is hard work too, and I’m not even talking about the nightmare that is dating (THE WORST), I’m talking about that whole figuring-out-what-we-are part of it all. Such ingenuity can only come from the mind of a kid-recently-turned-teenager, the aftermath of a child’s complete honesty mixed with a young adult’s inexplicable yet inevitable desire to be in a relationship.
How casual is this on a scale of 1-10, and is it weird that I stalk your ex? But there’s a genius solution our dummy adult brains never even really considered— a .