Friday, August 3, 2012

The Loving Teenagers

Child #1 mid-dive.
Many of our summer afternoons are spent at an old-fashioned pool and tennis club.

It's the kind with a snack bar that, until a year ago, tabulated costs on cards by crossing out the amount of dimes you had spent.

My kids go to swim team every morning and in the afternoon they go back and act silly, eat, swim and beg to never go home.

It was on one of these long afternoons that a friend of mine asked me, "Has Child #1 been talking about the Loving Teenagers?"

Despite Child #1 having coined the name she hadn't opted to fill me in. The story, in brief, can almost be told by the moniker. Teenagers making out in the deep end of the pool, hot tub and the kid's rec room.

Except (poor Loving Teenagers), they were discovered by my daughter and her rowdy band of swim teamers who proceeded to stalk them from the deep end of the pool, the hot tub and straight down to the kid's rec room.

I must admit to being amused on several levels. It's bad enough to be a teenager in *ahem* love (I guess we can call it that). But it's even worse to be chased by a giggling group of goggle-wearing girls.

The second piece of this that makes me happy is Child #1's blissful ignorance about that kind of love. Even though she's only three years from being a teenager herself, and hopefully many more years from being a loving one, her language still reflects her essential innocence.


She doesn't think in terms of making out, necking, heavy petting, smooching, hooking up, snogging, groping, fondling and all the other terms usually applied to teenagers desperate for some alone time.

I realize this is a brief window and her march toward adulthood with all of its phases will continue unabated. Maybe that's what makes this story particularly sweet for me.

And for any parents of Loving Teenagers, I'd be more than happy to offer Child #1's services because, according to my sources at the pool, the Loving Teenagers weren't able to accomplish much loving.

17 comments:

Connie J Jasperson said...

Oh gosh - I so remember those days. One thing you can count on is though it my feel like an eternity, the years from 14 to 18 really do only take 4 years.

And they go by rather quickly.

I am so glad you are able to enjoy every minute of everyday with them. These are the years I enjoyed the most until mine became adults. Now they are my dearest friends.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Hope she holds on to that youthful innocence a long time.

Anne Gallagher said...

Yes, thankfully, I'm still at that stage with The Monster. Ewww, kissing is gross! Why do you have to kiss a boy? I am not looking forward to telling her how much fun it can be.

jaybird said...

Oh- how this makes me want to cry! I'm raising three girls (one year apart) and we are fast approaching those teenage years...

I'm thankful we are still in the "boys are icky" stage, and if they see "smooching" on tv, they scream and cover their eyes, begging me to turn the channel! Every time they do it, I smile, because I know these days are fleeting. In the near future, all of those "icky" boys, have the potential to cause my girls some serious heart ache :(

Alison DeLuca said...

I think you're onto something big here - kids who will break up the McLovin'. I'll be back in about eight years to hire you!

PS - Well do I remember those snack bars, and their Eskimo Pies.

Carol Kilgore said...

How fun! I love it. You can remind her of this in five or six years :)

Happy Weekend!

Talei said...

Oh, the memories! I remember, being 12 years old and my friends and I absolutely stalking a kissing couple at the pool one summer. We were horrible but like, so excited and curious at the same time. The joys of being a teenager - and being a parent, eh?

Have a fab weekend! And you guys are doing so well in the pool over here - Phelp and Lochte - amazingly talented! xo

Misha Gericke said...

Awe sweet!

It's so cute when kids are still that innocent. May she stay like that a while longer.

:-)

jenny milchman said...

It's great to see that innocence, especially today! A summer of swimming, sun, and ice cream is the perfect thing for a ten year old. And even older.

Shell Flower said...

I could have used your daughter's services about a year ago. Seeing your own child as the "loving teenager" is pretty gnarly. But then my son's girlfriend dumped him. He was crushed and I think he still loves her, but after a fairly quick rebound romance, he has been all about his dude posse. He has lots of friends that are girls, but not girlfriends at the moment. My house is full of cologne-wearing teenage boys most nights. It's stinky, but fun.

~Sia McKye~ said...

*snork. Which is why my mom was forever making me take the two of my younger siblings with me when I first started seeing guys. The woman was diabolical, lol!

Sia McKye OVER COFFEE

ali cross said...

ROFL on that last bit! Too funny. One day you'll read this post to your daughter and she'll roll her eyes and go "Mo-om" and storm off to her room. :D

Talli Roland said...

Haha! Oh, this made me giggle. I remember stalking smooching teens and being totally grossed out by them kissing!

Pk Hrezo said...

Oh boy, I'm not looking forward to that stage at all. I'm already plotting my strategy in how to veer my kids away from it as long as I can. ;)

Chuck said...

I remember those days as a Loving Teenager...thankfully no gaggle of goggle-wearing pre-teens every bothered me!

Rachna Chhabria said...

Many people are scared about the fact that their children will enter the terrible teens.

I see a lot of necking, patting in India too.

Joshua said...

Well, I for one loved being a teenager. Almost all of it.