Do you know
who your daughters’ with?
How about
your son?
Should you
care?
Would you
consider thinking about your daughters’ friends more than your sons?
You know,
because, he’s a guy and shouldn’t have the same limits as she.
I imagine that
right about now you’ve initiated a debate, either with this page or a live
person. If your daughter is with you and reading, she’s also fuming. If your son is within the room, he may be smirking.
The debate may add
questions having to do with age, their friends’ gender and whether they know
this person well enough. And, by this time someone else may have added their opinion.
I Know How
This Feels
I was the only
girl, born seven years after three boys to two old fashioned and very religious
parents. I understand this type of conversation and how it can be offensive to
a girl when the boy is given all the rights to do as he pleases – go almost
anywhere and do almost anything.
So, imagine
what it was like for me.
Did I agree
with the concept? No!
Do I agree with
it now? No!
What I do
believe is that parents have every right to know who’s who in their children’s
lives.
Truth is that
nowadays our kids have so many, and possibly too many, friends - one’s we know
and love, one’s we wished they had never met, and the nameless. According to
our kids, they have thousands of “friends”
between Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and any other interactive media that we,
as adults, may have yet to discover. And don’t forget school, church and any
other locations.
The question is…
Do your kids
know the difference between friend and acquaintance? They may not.
Do you? I ask,
because I have my work friends, church friends and people I associate with on the
street and media.
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Subjects
pertaining to work are discussed with those friends. The information isn’t
shared with anyone else, because of privacy issues and the fact that you don’t
want to fry someone’s brain with boredom.
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For
most people, church friends are those you sing hallelujah with and discuss (or
argue) the belief behind that favorite verse. I’m one that will chat and laugh
to the point where my husband’s whispers, “it’s time to go,” and our boys have
to practically drag me out.
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I’m also
one that doesn’t share personal information on media. Some pictures, I speak an
opinion or tap the like button. But there are those who share their autobiography
and won’t shut-up.
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There
are people that will speak to everyone and anything that crosses their paths on
a daily. I’d rather be the silent one riding the train reading and listening to
music. Once in a while I’ll look at my surroundings, move for personal comfort
and excuse myself if I accidentally bump into someone or have to exit. Sometimes my
“excuse me” will evolve into a simple conversation and, depending on the
subject, it will allow a straightforward comment from my part, which is another
way I’ve executed the unwanted or unneeded.
Let’s return to our Baggage
After pulling her luggage out she headed towards the brick
building and sensed a young man approach. With her sunglasses still on, she
studied him out of the corner of her eye. He was tall, slightly built and
somewhat handsome with black flowing hair. Jocelyn stopped her pace and asked,
“Hi, may I help you?”
Staring at her from top to bottom, he licked his lips. “No,
but may I help you? My name’s Brad, what’s yours?”
Before answering she gazed at him with a stern look. “My
name is Jocelyn and no, I’m good. Thank you.” – Reminiscence Chapter 2
The people your
son and daughter associate with on a day to day tend to hide behind a facade.
Face it; no one
knows the story behind the walls of that beautiful house that’s pretending to
be a home. The people we meet are simply shadows of their true selves.
Brad and Elmo entered the room and grinned in her direction.
The girl excitedly spoke, “Hi! My name is Lacey, but you can call me Cheetah,
cuz I’m wild. Growl.”
Staring with a cynical smirk she undesirably introduced
herself. “Hi, my name is Jocelyn.”
With a vibrant sound to her tone, “Oh, can I call you Josie;
I can be the Pussy Cat!” The girl had a pale complexion, blue eyes, and
freckles. She wore torn jean shorts and a white tank top…her bra was red. – Reminiscence Chapter 2
As you
continue to read “Reminiscence” you’ll see Jocelyn Rodriguez encounter various…
Facade's or Friends?
