We call ourselves “forever friends” and when my girlfriend asked me to be Godmother to her firstborn, I was delighted. For the past (almost) sixteen years, I have watched my Godbaby grow into a beautiful, talented and gifted young woman.
She will be “Sweet Sixteen” in November and my forever friend is planning a party for the big event. I have been asked to “chaperone” the occasion – 30+ hormone charged teenagers in one location.
Suddenly, the impact of my Goddaughter turning Sweet Sixteen hit me like a ton of bricks – but not because she is turning sixteen. I was clobbered by the fact that I now qualify to “chaperone” something.
You know you are getting old when you become a chaperone. I have been having nightmares of all the things I did when I was sixteen. We won’t go into those details now, but take it from me – it wasn’t pretty. Now, I am old enough to chaperone. Old enough to relive the horrors of hormone charged teens under the same roof. Am I truly old enough to read the minds of kids and try to change their minds before they attempt to do the things that I did? I wonder.
I found a list of do’s and don’t’s for chaperones and these are just a few recommendations provided by the WISC-TV website:
Be prepared for any situation.
Determine what are acceptable and unacceptable behaviors – before the event starts.
Be present, but don’t put yourself in the middle of the action.
Be on your best behavior yourself.
It sounds so easy but I’m still haunted by the memories of what I did when I was sixteen. Thankfully, my husband will be chaperoning along with me and I know that he is much better at handling just about any situation. Still, I wonder about the whole “old enough to chaperone” this event.
Hopefully, there will be just a few more gray hairs when all is said and done. I guess I am old enough to chaperone. When did that happen?