Hugging her mom at the high school – not going to happen.

Lately Cheyenne and I have been arriving at her school in the morning at the same time as one of her friends and her father.  We both pull up to the curb to let off our respective offspring.  Cheyenne gets out grabs her stuff, on a rare day may mutter a hurried “bye”, and slams the door behind her.  Her friend gets out of the car walks around to the driver’s side where her father gets out, hugs her father, and heads on her way.

After having observed the differences between these two departures for a couple of days I commented to Cheyenne about it.  Here is how that went.

Me: See how your friend hugs her dad every day when he drops her off right out there where everyone can see her?

Cheyenne: Yeah…so?

Me: You don’t hug me every day.

Cheyenne: Uggh.

Me: How come your friend isn’t embarrassed to hug her dad like that in the front of the school?

Cheyenne: She doesn’t want to do that – her dad makes her.  That is part of their culture.

Me: It can be part of our culture.

Cheyenne: Uggh – no.

Me: Why are you embarrassed to hug your mother in front of the school?

Cheyenne: I am not going to hug you in front of the school.  That is just awkward. This is high school!

Me: Do you want me to get out and come around to your side to make it easier for you to hug me?

Cheyenne: No thank you.

Me: Are you sure?

Cheyenne: YES…I’m sure!

Me: Do you want to come around to my side?

Cheyenne: NO!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: ***SIGH***

Cheyenne: Seriously??!!

Me: What?

Cheyenne: Do you want me to hug you?

Me: Oh no, never mind.

Cheyenne: Uggh.

Such is life with a teenager…well at least my teenager.  There will be no hugs for me at the daily drop off.  I’ll just have to hang on to the occasional “bye” – apparently that is our culture.

Day one thousand two hundred and twenty-three of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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4 Responses to Hugging her mom at the high school – not going to happen.

  1. B-dubya says:

    Welcome to the Ugghh Club! :( Good thing it doesn’t last forever! :)

  2. tim haering says:

    Sounded like you almost had her, but you said “Oh no, never mind,” and let her off the hook. She was ready to cave and grudgingly hug you. MY son was like that too, sopped being really huggy at high school. I carpooled to high school, so I don’t recall how I handled leaving the house. We had 5 kids and I was oldest, so there probably was no focus on me. How did you handle parental goodbyes in high school? CHeyenne prolly more like you than you remember. You know what they say about the nut and the tree, the chip and the block. Is she still snuggly at home? Dill stopped being snuggly around 12 or 13. In middle school, we could still sit on couch and watch movie and he’d sometimes put his head on my shoulder or pat me on the leg if it got to a part where I cried or cover my eyes for the gory or sexy part. LOL. HOrmones. Sexual identity. Independence. It’s all so confusing for them. You couldn’t pay me to be a teenager again.

    I am curious about her friend – what culture requires hugs at school drop off? Maybe just a family expectation, allowance is on the line or something. That’s it! Bribe her to hug you. ROFC.

  3. tim haering says:

    Ms. C, it just struck me that I may have misread your column and fallen into the classic male role of offering analysis and solution for a distaff complaint, when I shoulda just commiserated, like B-dubya. Man, I hear ya. Teenagers, oy!

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