Ok so when I was 13 and a half, my 14 and a half boyfriend and I decided on having sex (yes I was way too young, he pressured and emotionally blackmailed me for months and it eventually turned out to be a traumatising experience but that’s another story).
The only problem was: of course, we both lived with our parents.
My parents anniversary was coming up and even though they had never celebrated it, I knew my mom would be happy to do so. I also knew that there was a place that my mom dreamed of visiting, anytime that place came up on TV or in conversations she’d say how she’d love to go.
So I planned a surprise getaway for my parents. I called my aunt as well as all of my grandparents and offered them to help finance an anniversary gift for my parents and they were all very glad to help as they thought my parents deserved it. I put a substantial amount of my pocket money in the project as well.
I spent a long time checking the hotels in the area, reading the TripAdvisor comments, checking on Google maps that they were close to the good spots (this may seem obvious but I’m not a gen z, I didn’t grow up with computers and I didn’t own a smartphone back then, I did all of this on my moms computer), then I went on rental cars website and chose one in the budget but that was also convenient. My aunt booked everything since I didn’t have a credit card nor a bank account but all she had to do was pay with the links I had sent her.
My parents, especially my mother, were THRILLED. Like thrilled of the weekend of course but maybe even more so that I had put so much effort into planning everything at a time when our relationship wasn’t always kittens and rainbows (like I was 13). My mom told me that her best friend was super impressed, had praised on what an amazing daughter I was and said that her own daughter (who was the same age as me) would never have had the maturity and the resourcefulness to organise something like that. And every time my organisation skills and my filial piety were brought up, I’d feel so ashamed cause it was just a way to get my parents out for the weekend. Even to this day sometimes someone brings it up and I start blushing. I had never told anyone before today.
Anw, my bf and I ended up doing it before that because his parents randomly left for a weekend in the countryside, and right after he left me and started insulting me at school so by the time my parents left for their romantic weekend, I was single and spent the weekend chilling at home.
BUT a couple of years later, when I was 16, I planned all by myself my moms 50th surprise birthday party (60 guests) and I had no agenda SO I’m not such a terrible person.
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You were 13 and ulterior motive or not you still did an amazing job of treating your mother to something she desired and it made her feel seen and loved by her daughter. Don’t dwell on the reasons only the result. You made your mother proud and there’s no shame in what you did.