My daughter is slowly adopting a neo-punk style. She's listening to GreenDay and The Ramones, has hijacked my Converse and made them her own, had me wrap some strands of her hair and put beads on the end, and is experiementing with neck ties, Tshirts and ripped and then safety-pinned jeans and pants.
She hasn't been well the past few days, but today she said she felt well enough to come out with me for an hour and choose her Christmas gifts.
We spent an hour and a fair chunk of change in Hot Topic and Shea came out smiling brighter than I have seen her smile in weeks. She got earrings, socks, T-shirts, neck ties, bracelets, rings, wallets and buttons to go in little parcels uner the christmas tree. She also got some green fake eyelashes to go with the neon green temporary hair color she likes to wear in her hair.
After we came home she took a nap, and when she woke up she asked me if I would help her put the eyelashes on and put green streaks in her hair. I did, and she literally squealed and beamed at the results.
"I look so awesome, mom!!! This is PERFECT!!!!! You're so cool for helping me do this!!"
In a day and age where teenagers are keeping secrets from their parents, (secrets that sometimes end in their demise or disappearance), where drugs are readily available and huffing is happening all over suburbia, where 12 years olds are having sex and anyone over the age of 30 is considered the 'enemy'.....my child and I are connecting and bonding over neon green eyelashes and safety pinned jeans.
I don't want to be 'the enemy'. I don't want my child to feel like they have to keep secrets from me because they feel I won't understand. I don't want to be shut out of their lives.
If my daughter thinks that I'm cool because not only do I let her express herself her individuality with clothes and hair color but I actually support her and help her do it...then I'm going to keep on letting and supporting and helping. My parents never did that with me; everything was a battle and I subsequently kept a lot from them. They didn't understand why I wanted to dress differently and do odd things with my hair, so why would the understand anything else? (For the record, I don't think that green hair looks particularly fetching, but that's how she's choosing to express herself so I'm going to help her do it, and do it properly rather than half assed.)
I didn't raise my children to be miniature versions of myself. I raised them to be individuals. Having fun with green hair and fake eyelashes is Shea's way of being an individual, and I am incredibly proud.