Apparently, I can't call him a teen for much longer...he's a whopping 6 weeks away from his 18th birthday, which in the province that I'm living in, magically turns him into an adult.
Here's the deal though -- he's frustrating, stubborn, foolish, inept, blind to reality and ... well...pretty much a normal teen.
Let me tell you the story -- He's always been....likable. He's always found others to like. When we lived overseas, this wasn't a problem as there was a boys school and a girls school (not to mention the fact that he was just 12...not a big deal)....then we come back to Canada and he goes to a school that's mixed *gasp* and he falls in love with every girl who bats her pretty little eyes at him.
No joke. He LOVES them. He doesn't think about anything else but them.
But -- I digress -- we make it (barely) through his junior high years and slip and slide through the high school years. There have been arguments, there have been explosive arguments, there have been bags packed, there has been animosity and hurt and fear and emotional pain on all sides. Whatever, it is what it is.
At the end of last school year (grade 11 for him) he was once again, IN LOVE. This time, he was going to marry her. All we heard about was her...and we just rolled our eyes and nodded our heads. (I should note here that Islamically, we are not supposed to have boyfriends/girlfriends - rather if someone is interested they should make their intentions known and the couple can meet together within acceptable boundaries and move on from there if it seems to be a good match -- not going into that here, but needless to say, we tried to convince him that what he was doing wasn't "kosher" with us, so to speak) Anyhow -- as we suspected the relationship fell apart -- but dear teenager was so upset that he punched a stop sign in frustration.
That's right -- she called it off, he punched a stop sign...and to be a little more accurate, the pole of the stop sign.
This brilliant move resulted in a broken hand. He and his brilliant friends see the knuckles of his hands in places where they shouldn't be and decide to pull on his fingers to "put them back".
|Picture from http://sivers.org/high-school which also has an interesting article|
So -- I get a call from him in the hospital explaining the whole situation. *let's just insert a le sigh right here, please*
We get over it, he gets a cast (and a booking for impending surgery) and life goes on. In his case, it goes on quickly - because he's now engaged to another girl.
That's right folks -- you read that right too...the plaster of his cast was barely dried (okay -- a little exaggeration there, but not my much) and he's ENGAGED to another girl...as in not the girl he got upset about and punched a sign over. As in, a different girl entirely. As in...WHAT???
But -- he loves her, and they're going to get married as soon as they've graduated high school (so about 9 more months now)....and get this "he's a man now and I need to face that fact." Yikes.
Any parents of teens out there?? Am I the only one who thinks this is just a little whacko??