
Last year at this time, Kayley was at home with me. You may remember that I pulled her out of high school almost immediately after school started, in a desperate attempt to get her away from the bad crowd she was hanging around. In an epic move of Mommy’s-Got-Balls, I removed everything important from my daughter’s life. She lost it all – her wardrobe, makeup, bedroom door, any and all electronic devices, and her entire social circle. I know it sounds harsh, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. Kayley was slipping away from us, and the only way I could think of to bring her back was to essentially incarcerate her for a little while. For several months, Kayley’s only link to the outside world was the youth group at her church. (Which kicks ass, by the way. If you’re looking for an amazing place for your kids to hang out and actually have fun with hysterical, cool people, look into The Well.)
After several months passed, Kayley earned back most of what she lost. I let her wear what she wanted to again, but to my great surprise and delight, she passed on most of the emo-style dark clothes she used to wear, choosing instead to expand her wardrobe to include such awesomeness as color, style, and fit! ::fist pump:: She started hanging around kids who are funny and sweet, and if they’re smoking weed, they are hiding it EXTRAORDINARILY well. (I’ve got the nose that knows, y’know.) She started to figure out what I’ve been trying to tell her all her life – that she is amazing and beautiful and smart and funny and cool, and doesn’t need to try to impress anybody! After spending her whole sophomore year here with me, we all decided that taking a year off from school was absolutely the best thing we could have done. And, we all decided that it was time for Kayley to get back into the real world and start living a regular teenage girl life again. I feel like we’re finally at a point where I can breathe a little bit.
So, an update for all of you who have asked me how Kayley’s doing, and how school is going. Things are going very well. They aren’t perfect by any means, but honestly, they’re better than I thought they would ever be. Here are a couple of pictures to show you how much fun K’s been having lately. This cute picture is from church. Yes, church. Don’t they have amazing costume parties for the high school kids at your church, complete with foam machines, a dunk tank, cotton candy, and a DJ? Well, yeah. Eastern Hills knows what’s up. Kayley and her friends decided to dress like KISS for the Well’s kickoff party earlier this month. They came over and I painted their faces – aren’t they cute? Sadly, they couldn’t recruit an Ace Frehley to complete their group. I seriously considered dressing up like Space Ace myself and crashing the party, but I don’t think Kayley would have forgiven me, ever.
And here’s something Kayley was REALLY butt-hurt about missing last year. HOMECOMING! She was super excited to buy a cute dress this year, and do all the fun Spirit Week stuff. Here is Kayley and two of her friends, marching in the Homecoming parade. The parade went right through our ‘hood, and Kayley threw candy to all the little kids. So fun!
Kayley didn’t go to the game (I can’t remember what we had going on that day – oh, I think I was at Bloggy Boot Camp! So she was home helping daddy watch the monkeys) but our high school WON, so that made homecoming even more fun. Here is my beautiful girl with her date:
Seeing that big smile on her face is the best part. I’m so proud of my girl – she’s come SO freakin’ far from where she was a year ago at this time. Also, I’d just like to say to parents of teenagers: depression is a bitch of a disease, and it can make people do crazy, insane things and make very bad choices. But don’t give up, ever.
Now we’re onto the next big challenge: DRIVING. ::weeps quietly::












Nothing is quite as humbling as parenting a teenager. My daughter, who once looked to me for all the answers, now regards me as if I’m suffering from dementia. If I were half as naive and gullible as she believes me to be, I’d be wearing my underwear on the outside of my clothes right now. And the worst part? I was just like her at that age. This is what I wrote about today on 





