Do You Want To Know?
Don’t worry, I’m not going all Prince Harry here. To me, there’s very little difference between spending hours on Fortnight talking to friends and the hours I spent on the phone when I was 13 talking to friends.
My mom couldn’t hear my friends unless she picked up the extension.
I can hear it all from the Fortnight.
I have said before that my teenage parenting strategy is to establish my crazy mom cred when my kids were young. I believe that I have done this with Gabe and his friends—the right mix of cool and I will pull my car over to yell at you, I don’t care whose kid you are.
So no one blinks that Gabe’s Fortnight is where I can hear it all. Or his phone has a mad mama control that allows me to read all his text messages. I don’t—our agreement is that I won’t unless my mom radar tells me I should.
But I could. And they all know I would.
So yeah, I have rolled into the middle of Fortnight and told some young men to watch their language and play nicely or they won’t like what happens next.
Here’s what I need to know though—if your kid is a douchebag when you aren’t listening, do you want to know?
My girlfriend’s son is 11. He plays with a kid who drops the F bomb so often she swears he’d give me a run for my money. It’s natural that my friend thinks his mom must know this, since the child is so fluent. Hard not to judge that, a house where 11 year olds use the F word in all the parts of speech and sometimes in the same sentence.
But what if his mom has no idea? What if the xBox is in his room upstairs in a house with a main floor master and all she knows is thank god for Fortnight because he’s not constantly asking her what’s for dinner?
It’s an age old mama question.
Do you want to know?
If your kid is the one with the anonymous Instagram who posts crap about other kids, do you want to know?
If your daughter is changing her clothes on the way to school into something less…modest…do you want to know?
If you kid is downlow dating someone (and by downlow, I mean that YOU don’t know but all the followers on their mom-free snapchat account know) do you want to know?
In this age where our kids are putting their lives into permanent public spaces without the proper brain function to understand the implications—or thankfully, that they aren’t as smart as they think they are—do you want to know?
I want to know.
I have told my sister mamas this. Not when my child comes to them in second mom status for a perspective that’s different than mine.
But when there is skulking, lying or tomfoolery? I need to know.