Sometimes I wish my mum wasn’t so young. She just thinks because she’s a young parent that she’s really relatable. She thinks she can come into my life whenever she wants and tell me what to do. She’s only in her early thirties and all my friends’ parents are in their early fifties. She still goes out on the weekends and parties with friends that are her age. I’ve always been fine with her being young, but I don’t like her inserting herself into my life whenever she pleases.
Like, she’s trying to get me to go visit a youth career advisor in the Melbourne area to figure out what I want to do with my life. Like mum, no offence but just because you couldn’t go to university because you had to have a child, doesn’t mean that I should go to university in your place. I don’t have to make up my mind now if I don’t want to. I don’t see the issue with sitting on the fence whilst I’m seventeen years old. I don’t want to decide the next fifty years of my life now.
I know for a fact that my mum is just saying all this stuff because she regrets having a daughter so young. Her whole life was decided for her on the day she decided to keep me. She thinks she made a decision and stuck to it, but truthfully the decision was made for her. Part of me wants to tell her that she should just focus on her own future rather than my own. I think she should be the person seeking career change advice. Melbourne mothers often seek out new careers once their children are grown up. Sure, that usually happens once their kids are ready for primary school but my mum was so set in her ways and the decisions she vowed to stick to that she’s a bit behind the ape-ball. That’s okay. It happens.