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There's been a lot of drama, stress, and other things to contend with about the last 3 months or so. In all of this, I have officially become my mother. You see, Mini-Me had a boyfriend for awhile. I won't make it a secret that I was disappointed when SHE broke up with him; not once, but twice. I felt bad for him(I almost cried. I actually miss seeing that kid). He wasn't always the perfect boyfriend to her, but he treated her fairly well. When I watched him with her, it was obvious that he cared for her a lot.
Probably about a month after they became a couple, she started going to a youth group with some friends. She met another boy there who I guess caught her attention. Problem was, he liked her friend, but he was talking at her, too...if you know what I mean. This is where you have the whole 'good guy, bad boy' situation. As young girls, and probably up until around the age of 25, we always want the 'bad boys'. These are the boys/guys who seem to create 'excitement', but in reality aren't very good boyfriend material. Young girls don't want the 'safe' choice. The bad boy can treat a girl like dirt, and she'll think he's the best boyfriend ever. When a good guy does one little thing that irks her, suddenly this good guy is the worst boyfriend.
Here's where I became my mother...When I found out about the bad boy and how Mini-Me wanted to break up with the ex-boyfriend to try and get with him, I was angry. I told her that she was making a mistake. If she wanted to break up with the boyfriend, she needed to be on her own for awhile. I couldn't understand why she would give up a good guy for a bad boy. All the words that I was saying were words that I probably have heard from my mother a time or two when I was younger. I can still hear her say, "I don't know why you always break up with the good ones and stay with the bad ones," or, "Remember so-and-so? I liked him. I don't know why you broke up with him."
I guess I get like this, because I've been where she was at. I've been where her ex-boyfriend was at. I don't like to see my kids make mistakes, get hurt, and I don't like when others get blindsided like he did. I know that we're supposed to let our kids learn from their mistakes as they get older, we can't always stop someone from breaking their hearts, and we can't always make decisions for them. But maybe sometimes, as mothers, we still try.
