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Topic: Handout (04/14/11)
TITLE: If Only I Had...
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"But, Mom, I only..."
"Yes, you only. You only never think about others and how your behavior affects them."
"I just wanted to explain that.."
"Explain what, Maggie? That you just have to go to that party; that you will just die if you don't?"
"You don't love me at all. You're always putting me down!"
"Love has nothing to do with it. You may not go to a party where no one will be over the age of nineteen and that's final!"
"It sure is"!
That was the last conversation I had with my sixteen year old, Maggie. She was growing up faster than I could handle. Her father, God love his soul, worked hard - two jobs in fact, so that Maggie and her two younger sisters could have a decent home and a good education with a chance for college, if they wanted it.
But Maggie wanted none of it. She thought her father an old fashion bore, and me - well I was Mommy Dearest reincarnated!
Her younger sisters avoided her like the plague because Maggie's moods were all over the place. One minute she was laughing and the next she was ready to pulverize you into the ground. Doug and I had taken her for counseling, but were told this was normal adolescence and not to worry so much about it.
But we knew it was more than that. Maggie had gotten into the wrong crowd. The kids were rich, spoiled and always looking for a handout, which they naturally received from their rich daddies. This made Maggie ashamed of her hard working father because he could not afford designer clothes or fancy dance lessons and cotillion balls like her friends' fathers could.
But these spoiled kids also drank excessively and were left on their own to do whatever they pleased while Mom and Dad took a much needed vacations in faraway places.
As I look back on our conversation, I wished I had been a little more understanding, perhaps giving her permission to go to the party, but calling every hour to check in. Her father was out of town at the time and I did not want to bother him with a matter I knew he'd said no to anyway.
That night Maggie climbed out her bedroom window and went to the party, but she never returned. I found that she had packed a bag and left a note saying she couldn't deal with not being respected any longer.
We keep searching for her, praying God will give us a second chance to make things right with her. After all, He is the God of second chances.
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