"You just don't get it, Dad."
We were riding to school and I made a comment about something that to me is self-evident. So obvious you'd have to be inhuman not to notice. Dare I say ignorant to not agree with. But I forgot just one thing...I'm a dad and my daughter is 14. Translated: "I don't get it."
I've heard of other teens saying this to their parents. I don't remember saying it to mine, but I remember thinking it. I wondered if I would be able to avoid this phase as a parent. I wondered if I could be that rare dad that relates at such a unique level in such a relevant way that I would sidestep the scourge of adolescent chastisement. Nope. "I don't get it."
(Kami just walked in and told me a story about school today. After she explained something to me that frustrated her about the day, she said, "It's such a joke." Yet another classic pubescent sentiment.)
It's weird to begin to feel "written off" as your daughters test their wobbly independence--to feel you could be "a joke" to them on certain days when you "just don't get it".
I never thought I'd be that dad, but alas, I am.
Dad the Dinosaur