This evening I overheard a conversation between a young girl and her mother. Actually, I only heard the girl’s side of it because she was on the telephone to her mum. She was yelling at the top of her voice about 5m from where I was sitting. At first I just heard the emotion in her voice, and then I heard the words.
Some families really have rough time, don’t they? I don’t know anything about this girl, or her parents, or her situation, but she sounded desperately unhappy and frustrated, and she said she felt worthless in her mother’s eyes… and all I could think was gosh, I hope I never find myself on the end of a phone call like that from one of my kids. I hope that even when we are going through that phase that everyone goes through (when you’re a teenager and your parents are Ruining Your Life), that we can at least be certain that we all love each other, no matter what.
I went over to her and offered her some help. I wanted her to calm down, to take a break from this conversation which was clearly going around and around and nowhere at all. I told her she could come with me, just for half an hour, and we could talk and have a cup of tea and maybe later she might feel like going home again. She did calm down, and she said she would be OK, and then she left. I don’t suppose I’ll ever see her again but I really, really hope she went home and that whatever was said on the phone – by her and by her mother – can be set aside for 12 hours so they can both get some sleep, with the young girl safe in her bed down the hall from her mother.