Dear Holly,
My daughter’s 15 and going out in the world without me more and more. I feel this constant rolling pull between knowing that’s exactly what 15-year-olds are meant to be doing, and a real anxiety that she’s having to make “grown up” choices without me by her side. The world seems so scary out there. Do you have any advice for how to handle balancing encouraging independence with safety? I know we’re all in this together, but sometimes parenting teens feels so isolating.
Thank you,
Anxious Annie.
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Dear Anxious Annie,
When I was 15 I thought my mum knew nothing. As far as I was concerned, she grew up in a different time (she did), didn’t understand my world (she did) and barely knew me at all (she did). Being a teenager means pushing back on the people who are always around, irritatingly wanting to guide you, protect you, save you from yourself. And for me, it’s not really been until I look at my own teenager that I realise just how well my mother did know me, and how all that care came from the most loving of places.
Of course, it was the 1980s, and so "care" was a lot less hands-on than it is now. "Be back by 9.30," my mum would call as I wandered off with my friends to do God knows what, God knows where, without a small tracking computer in my pocket that she could contact me on at any time. Ah, it was a simpler time.
Now, the way I try to counteract all that eye-rolling from my daughter is to sneak in "together-time" in the guise of doing something else. Lately we've been "working" together for the first time, when I've been teaching her about cars and tyres and life, making content for Bob Jane T-Marts. The idea is built on the very real insight that when I'm driving my daughter somewhere she's about to be out in the world without me, whether that's football training or a party, I can drop little nuggets of wisdom on the way. Sometimes, she even picks them up.