We ALL have crap in our lives.
Of course there is stuff that is more serious than others.
Cancer vs potty training.
40 year old having a heart attack vs negative nelly daughter.
Loss of a job vs teenager experimenting with pot.
There is stuff that keeps us up at night and then there is REAL stuff that keeps us up at night.
In the big scheme of things, some of it we will look back upon and (hopefully) laugh.
I have sons.
I know they are a different species than daughters.
For the obvious reasons and for some of the not so obvious.
We have drama sometimes.
But it's usually short lived.
There are no tears (unless they are mine from wanting to pull my hair out).
Emotions usually don't get high (umm, okay, unless it's me)
They do not talk my ear off (as much as I BEG them to sometimes)
and for the most part, I have survived 16 years fairly unscathed.
I know that this is not always the case and believe you me, I am not claiming to be mother of the year.
Because on any given day I wait for the police to knock on my door asking where that screaming is coming from.
But raising teenagers is not for the faint of heart.
And life has changed since we were all teenagers.
Social media for one.
Marijuana is legalized in many states for another.
People shooting others? Sadly-weekly news.
Kids are experimenting younger and younger.
Vaping and drugs are apparently fairly easy for our under 21 children to get their hands on.
I think for the most part, we; the parents, are living the same parallel life.
We get up each morning and pray to god our kids remain safe.
And we go to bed each night and are thankful that we know they are safe.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Have we failed as parents because our kids have gone off a beaten path?
Do we give sideways glances to those parents whose kids "we hear" are throwing up on Saturday nights? Don't these parents know what's going on? Apple doesn't fall far from the tree?
Here's the thing.
That apple...
May be your tree.
The parents are not always to blame.
Some. Maybe are.
Most. Are not.
We are trying to stay afloat.
We don't know what to do when our kid experiments, bullies, smokes, vapes, drinks, inhales, exhales, on and on and on.
Remember mommy and me classes?
Our kids would sit in a big circle and bang on drums and xylophones and make sounds of mooing cows and sheeps that baa?
And the mom's? Remember what we did? We bonded.
We talked about our kid not eating anything that wasn't mac and cheese and we laughed as we cried that our kid was giving up nap time.
Sleep training?
I got your back girlfriend.
Kid throwing a party?
Yup. Got nothing.
This. THESE years.
The years of puberty and fitting in and acne and smelly armpits and struggling in AP chemistry and failing geometry and liking a girl or not knowing if you should like a girl, texting and sexting and streaks and ticking and tocking
IT IS OVERWHELMING.
For your child.
And for you.
For us.
We are overwhelmed.
So remember there is no perfect parent out there.
And we are all trying to stay afloat on any given day.
And hope they/we/you survive the teen years
Check back with me when we are all empty nesters...
missing our kids
begging them to come home for a visit
so we can look back on these trying times
and share in a glass of wine
that we made it out alive.
Love to my dear friend K....
Of course there is stuff that is more serious than others.
Cancer vs potty training.
40 year old having a heart attack vs negative nelly daughter.
Loss of a job vs teenager experimenting with pot.
There is stuff that keeps us up at night and then there is REAL stuff that keeps us up at night.
In the big scheme of things, some of it we will look back upon and (hopefully) laugh.
I have sons.
I know they are a different species than daughters.
For the obvious reasons and for some of the not so obvious.
We have drama sometimes.
But it's usually short lived.
There are no tears (unless they are mine from wanting to pull my hair out).
Emotions usually don't get high (umm, okay, unless it's me)
They do not talk my ear off (as much as I BEG them to sometimes)
and for the most part, I have survived 16 years fairly unscathed.
I know that this is not always the case and believe you me, I am not claiming to be mother of the year.
Because on any given day I wait for the police to knock on my door asking where that screaming is coming from.
But raising teenagers is not for the faint of heart.
And life has changed since we were all teenagers.
Social media for one.
Marijuana is legalized in many states for another.
People shooting others? Sadly-weekly news.
Kids are experimenting younger and younger.
Vaping and drugs are apparently fairly easy for our under 21 children to get their hands on.
I think for the most part, we; the parents, are living the same parallel life.
We get up each morning and pray to god our kids remain safe.
And we go to bed each night and are thankful that we know they are safe.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Have we failed as parents because our kids have gone off a beaten path?
Do we give sideways glances to those parents whose kids "we hear" are throwing up on Saturday nights? Don't these parents know what's going on? Apple doesn't fall far from the tree?
Here's the thing.
That apple...
May be your tree.
The parents are not always to blame.
Some. Maybe are.
Most. Are not.
We are trying to stay afloat.
We don't know what to do when our kid experiments, bullies, smokes, vapes, drinks, inhales, exhales, on and on and on.
Remember mommy and me classes?
Our kids would sit in a big circle and bang on drums and xylophones and make sounds of mooing cows and sheeps that baa?
And the mom's? Remember what we did? We bonded.
We talked about our kid not eating anything that wasn't mac and cheese and we laughed as we cried that our kid was giving up nap time.
Sleep training?
I got your back girlfriend.
Kid throwing a party?
Yup. Got nothing.
This. THESE years.
The years of puberty and fitting in and acne and smelly armpits and struggling in AP chemistry and failing geometry and liking a girl or not knowing if you should like a girl, texting and sexting and streaks and ticking and tocking
IT IS OVERWHELMING.
For your child.
And for you.
For us.
We are overwhelmed.
So remember there is no perfect parent out there.
And we are all trying to stay afloat on any given day.
And hope they/we/you survive the teen years
Check back with me when we are all empty nesters...
missing our kids
begging them to come home for a visit
so we can look back on these trying times
and share in a glass of wine
that we made it out alive.
Love to my dear friend K....
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