I HATE having a teenager.
I never thought that parenting would be easy. There
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Who Is This Man-Child Before Me?He gets sweaty playing basketball with his friends. He listens to rap crap that makes my ears bleed. He’s almost five feet seven inches and wears a size thirteen shoe.
He uses words like “sexy” “savage” and “beast” to describe what’s cool. I thought I was cool. Apparently, I’m wrong. In the past six months, he’s become so distant at times, I almost don’t recognize him.
What The Heck Do You Mean You Don’t Need Me Anymore? Kids always NEED their parents, don’t they? Well, not according to the world of teenagers. In fact, there is a whole movement of ignoring parents because they embarrass you. Kids grow up. I get it. There isn’t anything I can do about it.
That doesn’t mean I have to like it. I miss my son being little. I miss the way he would rush into my arms. But I mostly miss him needing me. Now he’s the one telling me to relax because he’s a big boy now and doesn’t need me anymore.
He Has No Idea How Much I Love Him. I remember the moment I first held him in my arms. I never thought I could love anything so much in this life and yet, here he was.
Funny how your kids not only enrich your life but they can help you grow. My son has helped me more than he will ever know.
He is my savior. He rescued me from an abusive relationship. He may not know it or even realize that as a parent I would do anything for him. Parent’s would lay down their lives for their kids. No joke. So when the time comes for them to pull away and need us less–it’s a bit heart-breaking.
Even if we want what is best for them.
Another reason I hate having a teenager is that it is so hard letting go. As I said it’s our job to protect, guide and lead them to the right place where they can find happiness. But in doing so, it means allowing them to make their own decisions. Allowing them to fall.
He is my first child. My first love. He’s a good kid. But I hate having a teenager because not only is he growing up but he’s changing and it sucks hard. I’m so grateful I had the opportunity to be his mother. I try not to take any moments for granted, and to always remember that loving him is a gift God gave me.
– BARBARA JOHNSON
“Kids can be a pain in the neck when they’re not a lump in your throat.”
I cried hard today – alone in my room. I just want him to be little again. I want him to need me. I want to take care of him. I don’t want to see this sweaty beast man of a child walking around with the realization that in three years he will be driving. In six years he will be drinking. In eight years he will most likely move out and away from me.