It's that time again.....time for me to challenge myself and write about a topic I wouldn't usually write about....mostly because I'm just not that creative.
This week, 11 bloggers will be picking their brains and challenging themselves to write about anything and everything. Wanna see what they come up with? Check the links below!!
My subject is "What is the worst thing you lied/did to your parents about when you were a teenager? (And do you fear your own children will do the same?" My favorite insomniac gave me this subject, so thank you to The Insomniac's Dream for the challenge.
I was a pretty good kid. I didn't party, I didn't do drugs, I had a 3.6 GPA, I was part of drama, JROTC, the media show. I did my homework, I sat in the front of the class, my mom came to every single parent/teacher conference. She didn't have to worry about giving me a curfew, because I really didn't do anything. I had a small circle of friends, all of which were good kids as well.
Yea.....I was THAT lame.
So, this is really a challenge for me. Because I didn't really lie to my Mom that much.....
I guess the worse thing I did was not tell her that I'd lost my virginity. She'd always told me to tell her if I was planning on having sex, because she wanted to make sure I was protected against pregnancy and STD's.
I didn't get my first serious boyfriend until I was 17. Actually, he was my ONLY boyfriend in high school. He was 21 and we'd met online, in a chatroom for WebTV. He lived about 3 hours away from me. He surprised me on my 17th birthday by coming to my house and meeting me (we'd been "dating" for almost a month at this point, talking online and on the phone).
Things progressed and, 6 months later, I was ready to take that plunge, only I really didn't WANT to tell my Mom. I guess I was too embarrassed or something, I'm not sure. So, I finally did it one day, took that step and lost my virginity.......on my Mom's birthday. It was his first time as well.
I still didn't tell my Mom and we didn't always use protection (stupid, I know). So I found myself, about a month later, worrying I was pregnant. I needed to confide in someone, so I told my cousin. That was a big mistake.
She ratted me out.
A week or so later, my mom confronted me about it and I told her the truth. She cried, I cried, and then she got me on birth control.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Do I worry about my own kids doing this? Absolutely! I plan to teach them that sex is something very special and beautiful and should be shared only between two people who really, really love each other. I'm not going to teach them to wait for marriage, because I don't feel that that is important and because they may not ever WANT to get married. I AM going to teach them to wait until they are absolutely sure, until they are in love with the person and to make sure they do it safely and smartly. I don't want them to become parents until they are out of college and have lived a little bit.
I HOPE that they will come talk to me when they feel they are ready for that step. Because I want to make sure they are prepared and protected. Do I think they will? Probably not......
Go see what other people have in store for ya, if you don't mind!