Sometimes I find odd things in your room. Normal things, but in the wrong place. They shouldn’t be there. I don’t know why they’re there.
I ask you what they’re doing there.
And you lie to me.
It could be that you’re doing something illegal or bad, but I don’t really think so. I think you’re just doing something a bit weird or geeky, maybe making something you’ve seen on YouTube, and you don’t want your siblings to know about it for fear of them laughing at you.
But I just need you to be honest.
Because I don’t know for sure if you’re doing something a bit weird or geeky. And it concerns me.
I’m your parent. It is my job to protect you and keep you safe. You are a teenage boy and there is so much out there to threaten your safety.
There’s bullying at school, cyber bullying and online grooming.
There’s drugs and alcohol.
There’s friendship and relationship problems.
There’s petty crime.
There’s stress and depression, self-harming and eating disorders.
And that’s just off the top of my head.
Being a teenager isn’t a walk in the park, but parenting one, or two in my case, isn’t either. You might think I’m being nosy, that you’re entitled to your privacy, and you are. But I need to know what you’re doing to keep you safe. How do I know if you’re just being a bit geeky and weird or if you’re in some kind of trouble, if you don’t tell me?
I won’t judge you for being weird and geeky, and if it is something bad, I want to know, so I can help.
I’m your mother. You are my son.
And I just need you to be honest.