Really, this isn't turning into a Miley Cyrus blog. I don't plan to bring it up again.
I'm still not entirely pleased I was put in the position of having to explain this situation to my kids. But motherhood is generally all about being put into sticky situations, for one reason or another, and I tried to make the best of it.
The talk, actually, went quite well. We discussed how people can get carried away to the point of making horribly bad decisions. We talked about how money and fame will never buy good judgment (and usually seems to produce the opposite). We talked about how poor choices bring heartache today, tomorrow and even years from now.
I really felt like they got it. They're shocked and disappointed--and that breaks my heart--but it's not an entirely bad thing for tweens to see, front and center, the consequences of bad judgment. And it's not entirely a bad thing that I got to teach my kids how to process this situation using our family's filter, not the world's.
Teachable moments sometimes appear in the strangest places. A conversation that I dreaded turned out to be very fruitful.
In the meantime? I'm praying for Miley and her family, and my kids are too. We all should.
