Proud Mommy Moments--Enpowering Our Kids

A couple of days ago, I read this great post from my good bloggy friend Mimi all about praising our kids for things besides the good grades, the perfect attendance, sports, etc.  She gave an excellent post about how some kids struggle just to go.  I highly recommend you read it.  And this is why I love the PMM meme.  It gives us a chance to toot our horns about our kids:  Good, Bad, Silly, you name it!

Kristin and a handful of friends have decided to create a movie.  A zombie movie no less.  She was, to say the least, excited about it.  They got a mutual friend to fund the project for things like fake blood, spirit gum, and even the use of his video camera.  Filming for this movie was to begin on Monday.  Kristin asked if they could use our house(mainly the backyard as our fence is broken.)  I agreed to it because I would know what was going on.  I am a control freak nosy person by nature and I like to know what is going on.  So yeah, a house full of teenagers, most of which are male, is crazy, but if it were your teenage daughter I think you would be on the same page as me.

It started out fine, with all of them laughing and being generally silly.  I shook my head at least a dozen times in less than 30 minutes.  Pretty soon I heard Kristin saying that they should start filming.  After all, that is what they were all there for.  One of them protested saying another person wasn't there yet.  So they waited, and goofed around some more.  It got noisier.  Raucous laughter was starting to get on my nerves.  When ARE they going to start filming.  It seems like they are playing.  

It was at this point, that I came to the realization of the content of the subject matter.  It was turning....let's just say it was beyond PG-13.   I pulled Kristin out and had a quick chat with her(and later a longer one) about what was appropriate talk and not.  She was mad, but not at me.  She was mad at them for being rude, for not doing what they said they would, and then to make matters worse, they started making fun of her friend.   She kept trying to get them to start filming and it kept getting pushed back, and more horse play ensued.  She was fuming, and just wanted them to leave.  It wound up with her in the bathroom.  It took myself, her bestie, and the one boy who was being nice to get her out.  I pulled her upstairs and told her that if she really wanted them to go, she really had to tell them to do so.  She protested at first, saying they would want a reason.  I told her, they didn't get one.  She mustered up her courage, and told them the day was a waste and they needed to leave.  They hung their heads a bit, but they left.  I was one proud mama.  She told those stupid boys what for.  She proved to herself she could do it.  I gave her power that day. 

Look out world, she means business!

I am linking up with EmmyMom and Kmama for Proud Mommy Moments.