Anyone who bothers to give you parenting advice and says something like “…it gets better as they get older and become more independant” is full of it. Seriously.
I would love to say I’ve raised two teenagers with good heads on their shoulders . . . and maybe that will come next year? But this year? They are nothing but walking vats of hormones, puberty and drama. Oh the drama!
When my daughter was a young toddler . . people would say “Oh she’s so cute – be careful with that one, you’ll have to beat ’em off with a stick”… and then we’d laugh. I thought they were just being nice… I mean, who doesn’t want to hear that their kid is cute, eh?
She’s 15 now.
I’m beating them off with a stick.
(literally shoo’d two off them off my property at 1am in the morning the other night and told her to get her happy ass in the house…. “but Moooom.. they’re just friends and he had a bad fight with his dad and he just wanted to talk and…and..and..)
Trying to convince a teenage girl that the boys of her age don’t necessarily have her best interests at heart is not an easy thing. It was much easier, back in the day, when a gate across the stairway solved the problem! Give me a few outlet covers and cupboard locks – and we’re good!
And someone please explain this … “Mom – I’d like Ann to stay the whole weekend if that’s ok? Her parents kicked her out of the house and won’t let her back in.”
“Ann” (names changed to protect the innocent) is 15 years old.
This has happened three times in the last year with three different “Anns”
So, I say “You know, if you just wanted ‘Ann’ to stay the weekend, you could just ask instead of making up lame reasons why she should”
She says “No, seriously, Mom – she’s been kicked out. Call her mom and ask – as a matter of fact, her Mom would probably be relieved to hear from you so that she knows Ann is staying somewhere this weekend.”
I’m trying to think of a circumstance under which I would kick my 15 year old daughter out of the house and lock the door behind her…. then be relieved to hear that she’s staying at a friends house where she’s ‘safe’. I’m trying….but can’t seem to come up with anything.
So now we’re, what? A safe haven for teenage kids whose parent have come to the conclusion that the solution to whatever the probem is, is to kick the kid out and hope that some other parent puts a roof over their head until the problem blows over?
I was never kicked out as a teenager… or ever for that matter. Were you? Why?
When faced with concepts such as teenagers and their love lives, learning how to drive, getting (and keeping!) that first job and the whole ‘what are your plans for the rest of your life’ question . . . I’m looking back on the days of diapers and drool with a wistful sigh.
Of course, you could be drawing the same conclusion that some of my well-meant friends and family have come to…. “Hmm..she’s newly married and longing for those baby days…”
Get it out of your head immdiately! Heh. I’m not the least bit interested in procreating. I may have been raised catholic – but I’ve long since abandoned the idea (hmm..say about 15 years ago). Rest assured you won’t be seeing any pregnancy counters on this website, at ANY time in the near future!