“I just attract bad people. It’s like I’m being punished or something,” my fifteen year old daughter cried, her face buried in her hands. “I mean, how hard is it to be loyal and to do what you say you’re going to do?”
“Actually, over the long haul, it’s very, very hard,” I told her. “I would argue,” I went on, “that you aren’t attracting bad people, you’re attracting human beings. And they’re imperfect and they disappoint.”
She looked up, her tear stained face wearing an expression of both anguish and disappointment. For a moment, I regretted my candor. I felt like I was taking away a piece of her innocence. She was in the grip of her first breakup with her first boyfriend–her first love. The adult in me knew that this was a valuable lesson in managing grief, in learning what you will and won’t accept from a partner, and in evaluating your own contribution to a failed relationship of value.
The mother in me was much more primal. I wanted to gather her into my arms and tell her that a more enlightened, mature boy–and later, man–awaited her. That she was kind, loving and beautiful in every sense of the word and that any man would be lucky to have her. I wanted to clobber the 16 year old boy who had broken her heart.
My daughter’s heartbreak was in some ways my own. I had liked the boyfriend and his family. I believe they cared for each other. And while I knew the odds of long-term success were low–despite my nearly 30 year relationship with my own high school sweetheart–I was shocked when they broke up suddenly just before school let out for summer. The following months were up and down and had recently erupted into a hurricane of drama and recriminations the likes of which are only understood by teenagers at their hormonal and emotional peak.
My plan was to rise above the teenage angst and impart wisdom sparingly, compassionately and at the right time so that my message could be heard in the loving and helpful manner in which it was intended.
In reality, I lost sleep, worried about my daughter, wondered what information I didn’t have and took every opportunity to share my latest thoughts and revelations with my daughter who grew increasingly wary of car rides and mealtimes. I felt thrown into the front seat of the roller coaster ride is that is high school friendships and romance. I felt like a teenager all over again, reliving all the ups and downs of my own adolescence. It was hard enough the first time around; once was enough.
What I know–and what my young daughter will come to know–is that relationships with human beings offer no guarantees. People are fickle, unpredictable. Even the most well-chosen friend or mate will disappoint you and hurt you, sometimes deeply. Finding someone who “simply” does what they say they’re going to do and is loyal is beyond difficult, it’s impossible. People have different interpretations of the same circumstances and conflicting agendas. Events have a momentum of their own, with one person’s behavior impacting the other person’s response. The line between who was betrayed and who did the betraying can be perilously thin, and depends on who is telling the story.
I wanted to explain all this to my daughter in a way that wasn’t pessimistic, but also dispels any unrealistic expectations about people and relationships that she may be harboring. More than anything, I want my only child to love deeply and to be loved.
One of my greatest challenges as the parent of a teenager is to accept that my child will experience the emotional ups and downs that accompany a full adult life. I can’t conceive of every hurdle she’ll encounter, every difficult decision she’ll have to make, every disappointment or loss, every triumph, or every bittersweet moment. She, like all of us, will learn as she goes. And sometimes she’ll learn the hard way.
My instinct as a mother is to protect my daughter by providing her with guidance and direction for everything she might encounter. But the desperate and grasping manner in which the advice is given makes it harder for the advice and guidance to be heard and appreciated–particularly when I’m riding the roller coaster right alongside my teenager.
To see clearly, you need a little distance. Up close, everything looks big, blurry, flawed, fast-approaching and urgent. If I’m to offer myself as a guide to my daughter, I need perspective. I need to zoom my lens out and focus more on the scene and less on the details; like a general on a hilltop or a bird in flight. Only from that vantage point, can you survey the landscape, assess your options and decide what to do.
Perhaps this is the best and most important lesson I can teach my daughter. I can’t tell her everything she’ll ever need to know about people, love and relationships, I can only prepare her for the road. If she can give herself the space and time she needs to see the view and make a clear eyed decision, she’ll be less prone to making rash, emotionally-based decisions that detract from the goal of creating loving and healthy relationships that are driven by compassion and compromise, rather than ego and the need to be right.
Maybe she’ll be the one who teaches me.