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Dear Prudence: My daughter is embarrassed by me
Q. Success through spandex?: I am a successful, work-from-home businesswoman who is an embarrassment to my tween daughter because I don’t look like the other moms at school. Specifically, I don’t wear Lululemon pants. She has asked me not to pick her up from school. How do I get my daughter to understand that her mom is a strong, respected, powerful woman whom she should be proud of? How do I get through to her that success isn’t defined by wearing the right brands but by having the respect of peers? Or should I just go buy myself a pair of Lululemons so she can have the respect of her peers?
A: This can’t be real. Can this be real? This can’t be real. And yet—anything that can happen … will happen. I have two suggestions: 1. Go full Auntie Mame and start picking up your daughter in ball gowns and ripped flannel and increasingly embarrassing costumes; teenagers can be painfully conservative, and this tendency ought to be gently teased right out of them. 2. Let her take the bus home. If she doesn’t like what the bus driver is wearing, she can try offering constructive criticism and see how other people welcome her input on their ensembles.
A: This can’t be real. Can this be real? This can’t be real. And yet—anything that can happen … will happen. I have two suggestions: 1. Go full Auntie Mame and start picking up your daughter in ball gowns and ripped flannel and increasingly embarrassing costumes; teenagers can be painfully conservative, and this tendency ought to be gently teased right out of them. 2. Let her take the bus home. If she doesn’t like what the bus driver is wearing, she can try offering constructive criticism and see how other people welcome her input on their ensembles.
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Idk, maybe folks are joking and I am not getting the jokes or whatever? And am probably biased by mostly hanging out with high school aged kids going through some tough things and being amazing and taking care of each other through them. So.
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*Which doesn't make it unimportant, just hopefully temporary.
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And that part of the reason it can be very tricky is that the tween's brain isn't WRONG about thinking that peer relationships and social understandings are important! So they do need to figure out how to fit in with other people in a generalized way and so on.
Anyway I will hush now. I just wanted to clarify that most of my babble here is the Grand Sweeping Overall thing which in many practical instances boils down to "take a deep breath, remember being 11 is hard, and hell maybe it's time for her to take the bus home."
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IME: highschool aged kids are genuinely (in general) kinder and better at being kind and supportive than tweens are, again mostly because they have a better capacity for it (and some more experience dealing with more adult levels of emotional overwhelm). I can't give you cites off the top of my head, but I also know from my reading/researching experience that this is supported by the literature. (And my anecdotal and observed experience as a tween/someone who worked with tweens/watched other people go through the period vs as a teenager/close to people who work a lot with teenagers, including teens in really hard situations.)
Second, while I can't speak for anyone else, I know any tone that might resemble that from me is less that and more wry commiseration? Less "hahah never sleep again!!!" and more "ahaha yeah welcome to babies trying to figure out sleep patterns, it's so much fun, not" - wherein if the LW were HERE, this would be followed up with "and okay here are some things that may or may not help, and this is the point where you need to go seek professional help", (along with a WHOLE RAFT of clarifying questions) except LW isn't here, so it stops at the wry recognition of HAHAH OH YEAH THAT RIGHT. And also facepalming at Prudie because it really does read from her like the equivalent of "wait, you're telling me babies DON'T SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT? Madness! Well I guess everything is POSSIBLE . . . "
So I see what you mean, but for me at least, and for my reading of it, it's one step off to the side from that. *hands*
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