If I was feeling sharper I would elaborate on some physics metaphor for the motion, or lack of, that I see in Lily each day. She started this week of Easter holidays well and was happy with the 3 hours of work at 'revision school'. I'm not hanging around trying to get her out of the door in the mornings so I know she is late but nevertheless, she makes it. She did the same yesterday and then, you see, she was invited to the cinema with a friend. It was a long film (Dune2). She had the forethought to ask to go to an early evening showing and she was home by 9pm - all good. Sadly, though, that meant the time to adjust to being home before she hands her phone in was too short. Tears, accusations and I just knew she wouldn't make it out this morning. It's like the primary school disco, buzzed up on flashing lights, sweets and unable to self-regulate. She focuses on the phone and the fact we don't 'trust' her ( she also likes to remind us...
This is my place for working out and reflecting on what on earth I'm doing to raise this complex, demanding, delightful and incredible teenager.
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