Today, while having tea with my mother, I decided to talk about teenagers of today who seemed to be uncertain about who should control of their lives when they reached eighteen years old. Write in your diary reflecting on the conversation.
Dear diary,
Reminiscing the great old days we’ve been together, with all the emotional supports you had given to me, it would be rather devastating if I didn’t share with you my recent happenings.
People say being eighteen is the sweetest part of our life where we could be free from our parents’ reins and stand on our very own feet but I guess I will never get the chance to taste it. My prerogative to be autonomous has not been granted just yet. My distraught over this matter was made worst by receiving my beau’s invitation for a date at his hometown; Kuala Lumpur (KL). Before this, as you were clearly noticed that it has always been him who comes over here to visit me. Therefore, I’m compelled to reciprocate him with at least a single visit lest he will think that I don’t love him. I can’t lose my other better half over this parental control absurdity right?
As a solution, in order to confer this matter behind closed doors, I’d decided to have a tete-a-tete with my mother during tea time. When I found the best time to speak, I asked her on what terms that she don’t allow me to drive the car to KL and meet my love. She really needs to give me some space and stop controlling me right? Most of my friends drove their cars to everywhere and why is it only me who stuck here? I kept telling her that I’m eighteen and I have my rights to go everywhere just anywhere that I like without having to report to her, legally. It is clearly part of my sovereignty when I reach eighteen.
By turning a deaf ear to me, she simply replied that we both are still living under the same roof and my safety is her uttermost responsibility. Therefore, she doesn’t want to risk my safety to an ordinary man. The moment she said that my beau is a man-in-the-street; oh, my feelings were in tatters! It was truly a kick to my feelings and contempt towards my mother swelled up badly. I told her that my boyfriend, whom I fondly call as Dd, is a decent man and I can assure her that I will be safe the moment I’m around him. His love towards me is so divine and I’m cock sure that he won’t do anything dissolute that will put me in a messy situation. From his innocent look together with his personality as a very principled person, I told my mom that he’s definitely not a snake in the grass and she can stop worrying about me.
Despite all the persuasive details, my mother was still reluctant to let go off my hands and said to me:
“My dear Maria, I know how beautiful you described him as and how reassured you are that you are going to be safe, but darling, we are all fallible beings. When emotions were indulged too much, your chastity could be compromised. I don’t want that to happen to you. I don’t want to see you sad. You are my only blossoming flower, my only daughter; I just can’t take the risk. I’m sorry.”
She still doesn’t like the idea of me meeting him up alone without any close next to kin accompanying me. I kept telling her that I’m an impeccably genteel unmarried lady and I know my limits but again to no avail. She kept denying the permission to leave the house for him. She even pointed out that I’m a green horn in driving. Given the high congestion in the city, the likelihood for collision to happen is undeniably very high. Again, she won’t tolerate to any risks.
Putting my hopes up high, I kept pleading her and this time I deliberately say that it’s really important for me to meet him up since today is his birthday and it’s vital for me to be around him on this special day of his life. I hated so much to lie but sometimes lie is the way it should be. Like manna from heaven, she buys it! She agreed to let me go but on one condition, which is she’ll be sending me. Fine! I’m already in cloud nine.
From that conversation, indirectly I realized that teenagers should not have full control of their lives when they reached so called ‘independent age’; eighteen years old. This is because they, which include me myself, are not matured enough since we lack the experiences compared to our parents. Parents should be our guiding stars to lead us to the right path and to keep us far from committing any glaring blunders. Even though at first I was quite angry with my mom but after considering back about all the things she mentioned with all the precautions taken seriously, I was moved by her affection.
Some people might say, “Show your kids some love by letting them do what they wanted to do”, but to me parents’ love are more evident when they tell us the things that we should not do. Even though I got the chance to go for a date with my beau, from the conversation I had, I’ve become someone who thinks about the possible outcomes for every of my doings. The profound change in me is that I have become more careful in making decisions and to me adolescents should still be under the wings of their parents until they were married; then only they could set sail of their own lives.
I will always remember my mother’s advice which is, ‘don’t cry over spilt milk’ and whatever decisions that we want to make, ‘think twice, and be wise’. I guess I’m at the end of my tether. I will tell you about my date with Dd tomorrow okay! I just can’t wait to see him! Love you both!
With fondest regards,
Maria