I think because I had such a difficult and strained relationship with my mother till the age of 41 ( I’m 42 btw) I likely go overboard ( just slightly) when it comes to attempting to appease my kids and to be as non-judgemental as possible when it comes to supporting their dreams. And when it comes to my daughter- one of her dreams, as only a teenager could possibly dream of, is nabbing every possible opportunity to see singer Shawn Mendes in concert when he is touring in New York City.
So like any other sane mother I jumped in my car and braved the crowds with her last Wednesday to grab a spot on 50th Street and sixth Avenue in Manhattan to watch him perform atop the Radio City Music Hall marquee. And yes we waited an hour, as every Tom and Dick and Harry gave me a quizzical look as I told them ( when they inevitably asked why I was hanging out on a street corner with a 1,000 teenagers) that I was, “waiting for Shawn Mendes and NO I was not here by myself- my daughter was able to get a spot closer to the stage” while I was able to find a small corner to huddle in near the urine stench wafting up from the subway station steps. But seeing her face light up, seeing her visceral response to being present at this live concert was worth all the urine in the world. It’s crazy, right? And as I sat there, amid throngs of screaming girls, I thought to myself what else have I done as a parent that prior to having a Teenager I SWORE I would NEVER DO?
#1 Have every single device ready and waiting to hit PURCHASE TICKETS at precisely 10 am on the button. Yes my husband and I spend an hour this morning setting up all our devices, making sure to have our codes ready to be able to purchase pre-sale tickets for this Shawn Mendes character who is now officially RUNNING MY LIFE. Still despite our best efforts we were unable to get a pair of tickets ( insert that Charlie Brown WOMP WOMP voice).
#2 Spend a small fortune on RIPPED JEANS. I repeatedly tried to convince her that we could buy a cheap pair and rip them ourselves but she begged and pleaded and well I caved.
#3 Rescue a puppy as opposed to a senior dog because she PROMISED she would take care of said puppy. P.S. my daughter conveniently sleeps through said puppy’s 6:30 am wake-up calls and kisses said puppy good morning and goodnight and that’s about the extent of care she gives him. In other words- I’d have to call the department of Children’s Welfare Services on her if this puppy was her baby.