So Friday night Josh is having his first ever boy/girl party at our house. There will be teenage GIRLS. In my HOUSE. Somebody hold me.
The girl who is his friend but isn't his girlfriend because I still can't even with that is coming. We won't allow our kids to officially date until they're 16 but because I can clearly see that this whole girl thing is officially a thing now, I've decided that it's time to start easing in to the whole socializing with the opposite sex thing. Maybe it's more for me. Maybe I need two years to get used to the idea of my child dating, lol.
So we decided to host a co-ed group activity because as much as I hate to face the fact that Josh is a full fledged teenager with a social life, I do think it's a good idea for him to start socializing with girls, as long as it's supervised, which it will be. It will be a squeaky clean night of pizza and games. I will stay out of their way and let them have fun, while I discretely supervise and make sure no bottles are being spun and no minutes are being spent in Heaven.
Do kids still even do that? Who am I kidding, there's probably an app for it now. I'm so old. Excuse me while I buy some bifocals and a walker.
Josh is super excited about the party and has been planning it all week. I'm happy that he has friends and a social life and is enjoying life the way a teenager should. As much as all this teenage stuff is freaking me out a little, I am enjoying watching him grow and having all these fun teenage experiences. It's a good thing. I just have to keep telling myself that, lol.
The first child is always the guinea pig, aren't they? I have no idea how to parent a teenager. All this stuff is new to me. I've got preschool figured out, I know how to get a kid through elementary school and we've pretty much even conquered middle school and the pre-teen years. But all this teenage stuff...it's new territory. And all I can think of is my own teenage years and all the dumb things I did and then I just want to lock my kids in a room for a few years, lol.
But I also think of all the great, magical moments I had as a teenager and I want those things for my kids. I loved that time in my life and I want my kids to love it too. I look back fondly at my own co-ed teen parties in my basement. Those were fun times.
So Friday night we will have a house full of teenagers and I will probably survive it, right? I'll keep you posted. :)