Something’s been on my mind for a while, it started around the time I realised Damien was going to be turning sixteen… and I finally realised what it was. It boils down to the following: I am fast approaching a grey area in terms of parenting… it’s a bit like I’m looking ahead and seeing things through a very dirty window! See, when I was sixteen and a half years old- my life as a teenager effectively ended- because I fell pregnant with Damien!
Till now, I have based the majority of my decisions and parenting style on what I went through when I was Damien’s age and how my parents handled stuff I went through and got up to. True, I’ve had a few curve balls… but I haven’t done too badly I don’t think.
Thing is- I don’t know what a normal sixteen and seventeen year old gets up to. Granted, I lived with two sisters and a brother- but I was pretty much wrapped up in my own little world and didn’t pay them much attention except to be bitchy! And by the time da Bruvva reached Damien’s age, I had lived alone with Damien for five years or so already (da Bruvva was only 7 or so when Damien was born) so had not really witnessed any of what my parents had to deal with as he grew up!
I think I’m going to be asking for help a lot…