The previous post gave a few details about our 15yr old daughter sounding out about mohawk haircuts just before Christmas. It didn't happen and it seemed to die away.
Once again, cue the Jaws music. Our girl, who stayed at said boyfriends house last night, (supervised, he lives with his parents!) popped up on our younger sons Facebook with a Mohawk. Not only is it about 30cms (or 1 ft) in height it is also purple. One big action, lots of little reactions.
A flurry of texts followed from her mother. In short; her mother is 'Not happy Jan' and told her she won't be walking down the street with her anytime soon. Our older son, also a recipient of a text was unimpressed and blocked his sister on his Facebook account. Amazingly incredible considering his piercings, earings and spacers in his lobes (now deformed).
I have to say I was not surprised; not because I'm clever, just that I am learning a little of my daughters behaviour. It was on the cards, the question was when. With a NYE party on tonight it had to be last night or today.
Things to choke on at the moment:
Our daughter has done what she wanted regardless of her mothers wishes (didn't ask me). My daughter and her boyfriend apparently are not concerned at all about impressing the parents of said daughter.
My wife is now finding out how I felt and feel about our son wearing earings and other adornments (own dressing table and mirror soon). It didn't worry her like it did me and that was a learning curve on its own. (I never thought my wife would be okay with guys wearing earings). I have never spoken with him about them, never will. It's irrelevant because he chose to pierce himself without asking or talking to his parents. His sister has now done the same. I'll have no comment for my daughter if she seeks my opinion on her impression of a purple haired cockatoo. Again, it's irrelevant because she chose to go ahead despite the obvious objection by her mum.
Hopefully my daughter did this of her own accord but I believe she has been influenced by the boyfriend and that's the big worry. Her boyfriend has just slipped down in the ratings and won't be getting any hearty slaps on the back from me.
Our 13 yr old son now asks when can he have piercings and spacers like his brother. Et tu Brute? He was told to get back to us in 4yrs because he might have grown a brain by then. We did say 4 yrs, not the brain bit though.
So to finish 2010, my wife is severely hurting due to the actions of our daughter. My daughter looks guyly not girly, my elder son looks girly not guyly, my younger son is on the fence. My wife is also choking on some humble pie at the moment although she doesn't know it yet. I'm tempted to say I don't really mind some mohawks on girls anyway.
It's hard when your kids, figuratively speaking, give you the finger. It's hard to reach agreement and understanding between parents. My mother will tsk tsk about my daughter when she learns of the mohawk and will lament the loss of her pretty hair and girly looks. But ever practical, she will say the hair will grow and also I'm sure she will have a quiet chuckle because our kids are her revenge.
Some horns have sounded, some fireworks have gone off. It's 2011, Happy New Year.
I have to pick her up some time today, my wife has begged off doing it because, well just because.
I guess this pickup will be one of those quality 15 minute trips that I can make the most of. What crap. Will I make small talk and ignore the fact that her purple cocky ridge is scraping on the roof lining? Perhaps, if I can bear to look, I can say I had never noticed those veins on her skull where her hair used to be.
As you might have guessed, 1/1/11 is not getting off to a joyful start. I wish I was different; that sons with earings and daughters with mohawks didn't bother me. But I'm not and so I have to come to terms with this crap one way or another. I'm pretty pissed off but that will pass. At the moment I'll just be a rebel myself and say WTF? and WTGG? (what the golly gosh) - is that better?
Who in their right mind would want to be a Mum or Dad? I love you my children, never forget it. Crap and poop.