When I Stand In Your Shoes: Open Letter From a Mom to a Teen by Nina Bingham

You’re becoming an adult, and it completely throws me off. Your friends have become the people you talk to now; suddenly I’m the odd man out. I’m supposed to know how to handle all this change, but I don’t, not really because I got used to being your best friend. I’m expected to let go one day like you’re a balloon, and let you fly away you’re supposed to, like I taught you to. But here I am, still holding onto this string, my fist just won’t let go. I see you’ve grown into a sane and strong person, sometimes stronger than me. But I can also see (because I’m older) when you’ve chosen the wrong path. It’s in these moments that I get worried and lose my cool. Instead of talking to you like ME, the understanding person that I am, I talk to you like a parent (which you hate) and suddenly I’m talking but you’re not listening because I’m lecturing. And I’m using that “know-it-all” tone because once, when I was younger I faced the same kind of decisions and got hurt. So really, when you look at it, the “mom-tone” is used when I’m feeling scared for you. In an irritating way, that should tell you I care-A LOT. I care enough to stop and lecture you, enough to stand up to you when you’re angry with me, enough to hug you when you go stiff on me. I probably care too much, which is why I either give up when you’re mad at me (because I really, really don’t want to alienate you), or I push too hard. It’s frustrating, wanting to help and feeling you can’t see me over my mom voice. Sigh.

So here we are, you on that side and me over here, both of us wanting the same thing-to be close and to have a healthy relationship. This has been a problem for every single mother and daughter and they've had to work through it. Some do, and some don’t. Some mothers and daughters just give up trying to understand each other and stay estranged. Others keep trying through their whole lives, trying to stand in each other's shoes. I think that’s what it takes to have a good relationship-any relationship: seeing for a minute through the other person’s eyes. When I stand in your shoes (and I wouldn’t want to go back to being a teen, not for a million bucks), I see a world that’s completely messed up. And you’re probably wondering how the heck you’re supposed to grow up to be normal in a society like this, where everything is depicted as perfect and romantic and enchanted, but where everything is actually screwed up, dysfunctional and crazy. Sometimes I wonder how I will get through this life, and I’m an adult! 

When I stand in your shoes I see things this way: I feel like I don’t stand a chance because I’ve grown up in a family where nobody understands me, and everybody’s busy with their own problems, and so it makes me feel like I’m ganna have to do this alone, and that thought scares the crap out of me. So I hook up with a boyfriend or a girlfriend, which is what I’ve been dreaming of, this amazing soul connection-only to find out they are messed up too, but at least I’m not doing this alone anymore. When I stand in your shoes I begin to get the sinking feeling that life is going to be this way forever: insane, confusing, frustrating, and just plain pointless. So I start to get depressed, because the world, which commercials tell you is just waiting for you to conquer it, is, in fact, unconquerable. As I look through your eyes, I see a world where everything is upside-down from what it's supposed to be.

My daughter, when you’re depressed because the world and everybody in it seems completely untrustworthy, I want you to remember one thing, probably the most important lesson you’ll ever learn. It is: Life is hell-not just for you, but for everybody, and that’s why there are so many crazy people in the world doing crazy things to hurt each other. While you’re in your room thinking that nobody understands what you’re going through, I’m in my room thinking the exact same thing. Kind of ironic, isn’t it, that we feel the same way, yet have such a hard time reaching out to each other? I’m in the next room feeling left out, misunderstood, pushed away and confused, just like you. So I’ll try harder to be brave-to ask you for a hug when I need reassurance, and I’ll try not to pretend I’m perfect (because you see how messed up I can be). In exchange, I hope you’ll try to bust out of the myth that I don’t care, or that you’re unimportant, because the truth is: YOU ARE EVERYTHING- everything that’s important to me. I just get scared to say it and I get too busy, just like you do. You see, we’re not as different as we thought.

Here’s my motherly advice (this time, said from the heart): When you feel you can’t go on, please try and remember me, because I’m probably just barely holding on, too. Maybe if we stand in each other’s shoes for a minute and are honest with our feelings, we’ll be able to get through this crazy hell-hole called life TOGETHER. I don’t know about you, but that’s all I really need-to know you’re on my side.

Loving you imperfectly, but forever-
Mom