Trip, Trap, What Mothers Wish They Didn't Know from LiveJournals
(Mentions bisexuality so, you have been warned:)
"Gee! Gee! Time to leave for Aunt Mary's!" I called, trying not to sound too angry.
Honestly, I don't know what gets into that daughter of mine. If she doesn't leave right now, she will be late and I am tired of hearing Mary be all understanding with me, understanding of my "difficult daughter." My sister Mary had the idea of a cousin game night but, I swear, you would have thought I was sending Ginamarie off to be executed, the way she fussed and fumed about having to go. I know games are passe once you're in college but this family and appearances matter. When will my child learn how much appearances matter? If she would just take more care with how she presents herself, I know she could find a suitable boy to date.
Instead she spends all her time with talking about that girl, Amelia. Nice enough girl I guess but Ginamarie ... you see, I love my daughter but honestly, Ginamarie isn't quite a beautiful as Amelia. I really think she should hang out with Misty, our neighbor's daughter. She'd make a great friend but, most importantly you see, Ginamarie looks gorgeous next to her. Amelia contrasts Ginamarie so much, Amelia with strawberry blond hair shining so bright Ginamarie fades out in comparison, but next to mousy little Misty, Ginamarie would look exotic, mysterious, and totally eligible. The guys would see her better if she would spend less time going places with Amelia!
"OK, Mom, I'm off. Amelia and I are catching a movie later so don't wait up, OK?" Ginamarie's eyes are shining but, oh my, that shirt is much lower than it should be. I know Mary will mention it to me tomorrow.
"Ginamarie, you better get ready. That blouse I got you is hanging up on the left in case you couldn't find it." I smile, nodding confidently.
"Mom! I AM dressed. I am wearing THESE clothes. And if that's a problem, I just won't go!" The angry look in her eyes just breaks my heart. Oh, gosh, what will Mary say if she doesn't go?
"No. OK, dear, I forget you're the artsy type. OK, that's fine. Have fun at Aunt Mary's!"
I hear the door slam behind her. My dear baby, gone again, if only for the evening.
I walk to her room, look in, glimsping the normal disarray. Must she leave that wet towel on my carpet?! I tiptoe over and notice her laptop is open. She's mentioned before that she should shut it every time, what if it fell? So, helpfully, I walk over to shut it.
My hand is on the screen when I read:
"... admirer of the female form to outright bisexual ..."
What? What perverted nonsense had my baby girl clicked on? I always thought those internet filters were not necessary since we had a precious girl, not one of those hormone-laden rough boys but ... my eye strayed back to the screen.
What was this page? It said "LiveJournal" at the top.
I scrolled back up to the beginning:
http://lawchicky.livejournal.com/287897.html
I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd read it all but ... MY little girl? With Amelia?! Granted, she was beautiful but I didn't think Ginamarie noticed that, at least not in that way!
And what she wrote:
" ... there was so damned much sand, and some of it could only be removed with my tongue."
With her tongue?! Doesn't she know a decent couple never uses their tongue, even when it's a man and woman? Where did she get these ideas?
Finally, I exited the computer window, closed the screen and picked up the filthy, wet towel. I took another look around my innocent girl's room: her pink canopy bed, the ruffled dressing table and her doll collection still lined up on the shelf. How I wished I could still call Mom and ask her for advice, but, on the other hand, news like this would have broken her heart.
Surely, surely, surely this was nothing. A creative writing assignment, it had to be. I'd read about these kind of relationships on the news but there is no way, not my only child! Why just think, then Mary would have grand kids and I would never have anything to say when my friends talked of weddings and their daughters' baby showers. This could never come true, never happen to me!
I headed for Ginamarie's door, to quietly leave this room just as it ought to be and ought to stay. No, this had to just be some crazy school assignment. She just happened to use a friend's name, that's all. Probably just the first thing that popped into her head.
I patted my hair, looking in the hall mirror, and made my decision. These ... these thoughts of hers were nothing more than thoughts. If I never said anything ... Ginamarie was young. She'd meet another nice man. She was just heartbroken over this Sean. She would forget these silly, fictitious notions and marry before too long.
You don't understand. She has to. If this kind of thing ever came out, I would never hear the end of it from Mary!
(please vote for both me and LawChicky, my partner!)
"Gee! Gee! Time to leave for Aunt Mary's!" I called, trying not to sound too angry.
Honestly, I don't know what gets into that daughter of mine. If she doesn't leave right now, she will be late and I am tired of hearing Mary be all understanding with me, understanding of my "difficult daughter." My sister Mary had the idea of a cousin game night but, I swear, you would have thought I was sending Ginamarie off to be executed, the way she fussed and fumed about having to go. I know games are passe once you're in college but this family and appearances matter. When will my child learn how much appearances matter? If she would just take more care with how she presents herself, I know she could find a suitable boy to date.
Instead she spends all her time with talking about that girl, Amelia. Nice enough girl I guess but Ginamarie ... you see, I love my daughter but honestly, Ginamarie isn't quite a beautiful as Amelia. I really think she should hang out with Misty, our neighbor's daughter. She'd make a great friend but, most importantly you see, Ginamarie looks gorgeous next to her. Amelia contrasts Ginamarie so much, Amelia with strawberry blond hair shining so bright Ginamarie fades out in comparison, but next to mousy little Misty, Ginamarie would look exotic, mysterious, and totally eligible. The guys would see her better if she would spend less time going places with Amelia!
"OK, Mom, I'm off. Amelia and I are catching a movie later so don't wait up, OK?" Ginamarie's eyes are shining but, oh my, that shirt is much lower than it should be. I know Mary will mention it to me tomorrow.
"Ginamarie, you better get ready. That blouse I got you is hanging up on the left in case you couldn't find it." I smile, nodding confidently.
"Mom! I AM dressed. I am wearing THESE clothes. And if that's a problem, I just won't go!" The angry look in her eyes just breaks my heart. Oh, gosh, what will Mary say if she doesn't go?
"No. OK, dear, I forget you're the artsy type. OK, that's fine. Have fun at Aunt Mary's!"
I hear the door slam behind her. My dear baby, gone again, if only for the evening.
I walk to her room, look in, glimsping the normal disarray. Must she leave that wet towel on my carpet?! I tiptoe over and notice her laptop is open. She's mentioned before that she should shut it every time, what if it fell? So, helpfully, I walk over to shut it.
My hand is on the screen when I read:
"... admirer of the female form to outright bisexual ..."
What? What perverted nonsense had my baby girl clicked on? I always thought those internet filters were not necessary since we had a precious girl, not one of those hormone-laden rough boys but ... my eye strayed back to the screen.
What was this page? It said "LiveJournal" at the top.
I scrolled back up to the beginning:
http://lawchicky.livejournal.com/287897.html
I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd read it all but ... MY little girl? With Amelia?! Granted, she was beautiful but I didn't think Ginamarie noticed that, at least not in that way!
And what she wrote:
" ... there was so damned much sand, and some of it could only be removed with my tongue."
With her tongue?! Doesn't she know a decent couple never uses their tongue, even when it's a man and woman? Where did she get these ideas?
Finally, I exited the computer window, closed the screen and picked up the filthy, wet towel. I took another look around my innocent girl's room: her pink canopy bed, the ruffled dressing table and her doll collection still lined up on the shelf. How I wished I could still call Mom and ask her for advice, but, on the other hand, news like this would have broken her heart.
Surely, surely, surely this was nothing. A creative writing assignment, it had to be. I'd read about these kind of relationships on the news but there is no way, not my only child! Why just think, then Mary would have grand kids and I would never have anything to say when my friends talked of weddings and their daughters' baby showers. This could never come true, never happen to me!
I headed for Ginamarie's door, to quietly leave this room just as it ought to be and ought to stay. No, this had to just be some crazy school assignment. She just happened to use a friend's name, that's all. Probably just the first thing that popped into her head.
I patted my hair, looking in the hall mirror, and made my decision. These ... these thoughts of hers were nothing more than thoughts. If I never said anything ... Ginamarie was young. She'd meet another nice man. She was just heartbroken over this Sean. She would forget these silly, fictitious notions and marry before too long.
You don't understand. She has to. If this kind of thing ever came out, I would never hear the end of it from Mary!
(please vote for both me and LawChicky, my partner!)