Jen’s lessons
As I’m on the road, I have a guest blogger today. (I don’t have the fancy level of Typepad, so I can’t set it to publish under her name.) Frequent commenter Jen offers her thoughts on the lessons she learned having her teenage niece stay with her this summer:
What I learned from my niece:
Teenagers talk on cel phones. A lot.
My 2 and 4-year-old daughters would ditch me for a totally cool 15-year-old in a heartbeat.
Life in Chicago is a lot different from life in suburban Salt Lake City. (OK, so I knew that one already.)
“Nobody in Chicago wears a bra.”
I swear too much, and I don’t make my bed every day, which now that I think about it is kind of embarrassing.
My husband and I have a pretty good relationship.
There are more ways to let my husband reconnect with his family than just flying to Utah for Thanksgiving.
What I hope my niece learned from us:
Gay people are all around us, and they’re not any weirder than straight people.
The little Mexican fruit market is way better than then big chain grocery store.
If you don’t like a guy, just tell him. He’ll live, and your life will be much easier.
Of course you can walk to 7-11 by yourself.
Your aunt and uncle may sometimes disagree with your parents, but they’re still your parents and they deserve your respect.
There are many different ways to live. It’s up to you to choose which is best for you.
