Something happened yesterday in my family that made me think about the prevailing wisdom about teenagers. There is an idea out there that teens are embarrassed by their families, the whole "walk fifteen feet behind me in the mall" thing. There is also an unspoken idea, I think, among many people, that the healthiest, most confident kids would be the ones in the mainstream, rather than the odd loners, the ones who dress funny, the boys who wear makeup, etc.
So, to tell the story. We spent the last few days in the big (million plus) city a six hour drive from our home. Several members of my husband's family who live in the States were there for some other reason, and the northern Alberta faction decided to drive down and have a mini reunion - we don't see some of these people very often, and now that the grandparents are dead there is very little reason for them to come up our way. I wanted my own kids to get a chance to know them better. So, we were 11 people - four of us in our 50's 60's, four late twentyish, and three teens. My daughter, 15, is the youngest.
She has had an internet friend for about 6 months who lives in that city, a boy. She's never met him in person, and was agitating for a chance on this trip. My response was a 'well maybe', with lots of protective measures built in. I was kinda hoping, being a careful mom, that there just would be no chance, so I wouldn't have to actually deal with it.
So, yesterday morning, we all decided to show my niece's new American husband the Canadian practice of five pin bowling. I told my daughter "Here's your chance, tell him to meet us at the bowling alley" and he did.
So, here we have a 15 year old girl, meeting a boy for the first time, perfectly willing to meet while surrounded with not one, not two, but ten members of her family, all of whom are well aware of what is going on and who have been giving their opinions about it for the last several hours. Here is a boy who is willing to meet the girl under those grueling circumstances.
He walked in the door - all in black, dyed black hair, heavy eyeliner - but so obviously a slightly pudgy, not too sure of himself 15 year old that most of my fears were instantly gone. My daughter introduced him to everyone, and he kinda sorta looked us all in the eye, and then the two of them scurried to a corner and ate bowling alley food while the rest of us played. Every time one of us went to the bathroom, we'd stop and chat.
The whole thing went fine, he cheerfully took our pictures, and I drove him home - just your basic kid, used to getting rides from moms driving SUVs.
How many kids that age would have that amount of self confidence? I am proud of both of them, and I think their "outcast" status (my daughter is a bit non-mainstream herself) is a big part of the confidence. When a kid realizes that the chances of fitting in with the "A list" crowd is nil, he/she may withdraw into weird unhealthy behaviour, but may just as well decide "Well, can't ruin my chances at being accepted since they don't exist, so I may as well just be myself and enjoy myself".
Daughter also asked a boy out for the first time last week. I gave her a little advice (keep it light, casual, don't put too much weight on it) and she went for it, after much waffling. He turned her down, but nicely, and she took it pretty well. This is a kid who has faced some devastating stuff lately (there have been four deaths in the family the last year) and is choosing to deal with it by reaching our and facing some fears. I think a lot of the prevailing wisdom about teens is nonsense - mine at least are pretty great.