Thursday, June 16, 2011

Being A Mom in Mexico

Sean, age 14, wants to go to the Mint, which is a night club/disco in downtown San Miguel de Allende. When I used to go, in the early 90s, it was called Pancho and Lefty´s.  Yes, you read right.  Sean is FOURTEEN!  The trouble is a lot of her friends go.  The club doesn´t card underagers and the parents let them.  So she thinks that means she should be allowed to go. 

"Nothing will happen."  "I just want to go and dance with my friends."  Among other arguments.

Our firm stance is "You don´t go to bars."  

Yesterday, Sean went to the Tutti Frutti on Mesones and got an ice cream and then stopped in the JardĂ­n after school and bought helium balloons with her friends. They of course unknotted them and sucked helium and walked around talking like cartoon characters.  She came into our spa minutes later telling me and Carlos how hysterical it was. 

A few days ago, when we drove to Parque Bicentenario, Sean and her friends opened Cokes in a cans.  They moved the pull tab back and forth, reciting for each pull, A-B-C-D...   Sean got as far as G.
"Gonzalo!" Ana shrieked. 
"Giovani!" Jerusa yelled.
"Gerardo!" said Sofi.  
The boys who are thinking of them at that moment, or who they are supposed to marry or some such ritual.

I love it when she acts her age.  I hope Sean will stop and realize how much fun she has BEING FOURTEEN, and stop trying to be twenty years old.  There are actually moments, I believe, when she does.


  1. i went through something similar. my response was "if it's so innocent then i suppose it wouldn't make any difference if Mom tagged along"... my daughter surprised me by saying ok, and maybe it would be nice, anyway. i know this was partly that having the "Mom ATM" within 10 feet of her at all times was nice... but honestly, she did kind of appreciate "Mom the Pitbull Watchdog" as she called me only half-jokingly. so, it worked out. the bump-and-grind dance club craving turned out to be a short-lived phase, and by the time she was old enough that i'd actually consider her perhaps going to a place like this with an older (extremely reliable) friend--by then she was into the indie folk coffeehouse or a rock&roll show, the whole meat-market disco thing being a real turnoff.

    maybe you could have a dance party at the house? (that wasn't much of an option for us at an apartment)

  2. Thanks, Beth. She did NOT want me to tag along so the only other option was to stay home. Glad things worked out for you and your daughter.