LD#2 came home from Year 8 Camp on Saturday afternoon.
I was nervous that she would arrive home tired, cold, grumpy, wet, perhaps even having fallen out with her friends. But she skipped off the coach beaming all over her face. We had a huge hug and even though I’d known she was having an adventure and so hadn’t missed her at all, I felt emotional seeing her again. I felt proud of her positive attitude and the fact that she had made the most of her adventure away. All my own memories of school residential trips are of struggling terribly socially. 😦
She had loads of funny stories about the activities, and about the social evenings, and about the leaking tents and just the funny things that teenagers get up to.
Year 8 was a really important year for both my girls. This was the year during which they gradually stopped with all those frantic wasted hours of going, “I can’t do it! I can’t, I can’t! I’m rubbish!” about their homework, instead of actually getting on and doing it. And me with the frustration: “Just write one sentence! It doesn’t have to be fantastic! You just need to write one thing!”
They became organised and independent and realised what it was that they wanted out of life. They didn’t need me to be there in the same way that they had before.
There are some things they still aren’t ready for in Year 8, though, including some of the things that boys think girls want to hear at that age.
Boy: “I really like the dress you bought at Camp for the disco. You should wear it again. Boys would look at you lots.” (Bearing in mind that this was a fancy dress disco.)
LD: “I don’t think I would like that.”
And one from my friend about her daughter’s text conversation with a boy in her class.
Boy: “I really like you. Will you go out with me?”
Girl: “All right.”
Boy: “You’re hot!!!”
Girl: “I don’t think I want to go out with you any more!”
People, before you laugh, could this be your son’s teenage self, trying to communicate with what he imagines to be some kind of alien life form…?
Growing up is a funny thing.
I’m still sorting out the partnering up thing and I’m nearly forty…