By: David & Leandrea
Freedom
I think that my mom does not understand the new ways of being a teenager.
There are things teenagers do now that teenagers in her time did not do. For
instance, we have disagreements on if I want to go somewhere with my friends and
no adult is going, she says I can not go. I do not get that!  I have been places with
her and places without her and I did not do anything, so what is the difference if
she is not there at all.

And, if she does not know my friends I can not go anywhere with them. I
UNDERSTAND SHE IS GROWN, but I do not know all her friends and I do not say I
do not want her around them. She makes a decision if she wants to be with her
friends, I have to TRUST her. If she does not know my friends and we go
somewhere she has to trust that I will not do anything stupid when I am not in her
sight.

The thing I am trying to say is that I am smart, if my friends are causing trouble I
am not going to go along with them. When you are out without your parents and
something bad happens you can get arrested.  I am not trying to get arrested over
something stupid. If I go to mall or the movies and my friends are picking a fight
with somebody, I am not going to go along with them because if you fight out in
public you get arrested. What I am saying is when I am not in her presence I will
not do anything stupid.

My last disagreement is a cell phone. My mom looks at all the negatives of me
having a cell phone. If she looks at the positive I really need a cell phone. What if
a fire happens at school and we can not go back in the building? Am I going to
use a pay phone noooooo? They do not make them anymore, LOL. If I want to
use somebody else phone they are going to say nooooooo get your own. If I have
a cell phone I know how to deal with it. I understand it is a bill and I can not talk on
it to much. I know I have lost her trust, but how am I going to get it back if she does
not give me a chance.
Written by: David Smith
                          Children don’t understand……………by Leandrea Gilliam (David’s mom)

My son I will try to shed some understanding of why I do what I do for you (even though you will not truly understand
until you are married and have your own children :)

My job is to teach you right from wrong, give you boundaries and protect you as much as possible.  Going to the mall
with your peers without supervision can not happen.  One reason is that if one of your peers decides to steal
something when security stops him/her at the door they take everyone that was with him/her and they label you, my
son as an accomplice to the crime because you were with them even though you did not have a clue that he was
planning on stealing.

Son, from the time you started middle school everyone has been your friends.  The children you go to school with are
you peers/classmates nothing more.  A friend is someone you know the good things and the bad things about them.  
You know and have a relationship with there parents and they have a relationship with your parents.  You cannot
determine that someone is your friend because you talk to them through myspace or because you are in the same
classes.

What you need to understand is that I have known you all your life.  I know your strengths and I know your
weaknesses.  I know what you can handle right now and know what you can not handle.  

My Beloved in order to have privileges you must show your self responsible.  When you have to be told on a daily
basis about the things you are responsible for doing, that’s not being responsible and that lets parents know that our
children are not ready to handle more because they have not mastered these things.

So tell me, how can I allow you to have all of these freedoms, privileges and liberties when you have not mastered the
responsibilities that you have now?

I love you and my prayer is that you have some understanding of my job and that you master where you are so that
you can reach that next level of potential.
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