7.05 p.m. in the kitchen
Big boy: “Good morning, my sweet little brother.”
Little boy: “Mm…”
Big boy: “Come to me, I’d like to give you a kiss.”
Little boy: “What’s going on?”
Big boy: “Why?”
Little boy: “You’re never in such a good mood.”
Big boy: “Aren’t you happy when I’m like this?”
Little boy: “It’s totally unusual.”
Big boy: “So what?”
Little boy: “I cannot believe it.”
Big boy: “Well…”
Little boy: “You seem so artificial.”
Big boy: “And…?”
Little boy: “What’s the reason for your good mood?”
Big boy: “I feel great today.”
Little boy: “Just like this?”
Big boy: “I’m looking forward to my school night walk.”
Little boy: “Aha…”
Big boy: “Aren’t you happy with me?”
Little boy: “You should be going on a night walk every day.”
Big boy: “Why?”
Little boy: “I’d be so much more comfortable with you…”
When you have to start your day with a discussion about orange trousers, I guess you have pubescent teenagers in your household, too.
If you don’t live with kids, I guess you imagine this discussion rather funny.
But I tell you: it is not funny at all. Big boy puts on his younger brother’s trousers because he thinks them being so much cooler than all his collection of jeans.
Little boy doesn’t have a big collection of jeans but just two pairs of trousers and only one pair washed at the moment: the orange ones.
Big boy being pubescent thinks that he couldn’t go to school this day without orange trousers.
I guess you think it will be easy to handle that this pair of trousers will be handed from Big boy to Little boy.
No, you are wrong because you don’t know how teenagers are functioning.
They want to argue half an hour, they want to check out the limits and nerves of their mothers. And as their mother you have to argue if you want to or not.
Today, three days after the discussion, I am already laughing. But I tell you: honestly, I was so angry and felt so powerless that special morning.
When I was a teenager, I used to write down my thoughts in a diary.
Those moments were very important to me, lying on me bed and trying to describe how I got along with my parents, teachers and friends.
But re-reading my diary after weeks, months or years was even more important to me.
Because I could feel again how I felt when I wrote it down. And it made me feel more mature looking at me from a certain distance.
It made me believe that I was progressing.
Nowadays without diary, I feel I am turning around.
There are always similar reflections and deductions.
And there is no final conclusion.