Will someone please promise me I’m going to survive my kids being teenagers? I was sucked in for the longest time, believing my kids were going to relatively coast through these years. They hadn’t give us much grief, and Big Man has been a teen for three years. But it seems in the last six months, the beasts have been unleashed, and it’s a close thing, on a daily basis. I saw a meme today that said, “You think I drink too much. I say, my kids are still alive.” Yup, that about sums it up lately.
I spend more time shaking my head, no words left to say, than I do anything else. I talked a couple weeks ago about that dazed/glazed look on the faces of parents of teenagers. I had to bring the hammer with Big Man yet again this week. I remained calm through the conversation (is it a conversation if I’m the only one talking while he sits there stoically, giving one-word answers?), laying down the expectations, the consequences, his current situation as far as social life goes. Then not an hour later, he told us something else, and I completely lost my mind. There was yelling. There were a few bad words. I had to leave the room. I was nearly unhinged. The phrase, “What the hell?” is a common response these days. Basically, I shake my head and ask “What the hell?” every day, all day.
The worst part is, I know they won’t listen to our advice. In their minds, we’re complete morons who know absolutely nothing. I’m sure I didn’t take my parents’ advice nor listen to their stories of their teen years when I was in high school. But parents are the people who’ve already lived it, seen the world and all it can bring to them.
My stomach is in knots. I’m stressed out. I’m praying for the end of each day by about noon. I dread them coming home from school. They can be so mean, say the rudest things. Then they’ll turn right around and ask for money. Oh, we do get the oh-yeah-that’s-the-kid-I-know moments, when their manners and reason return, when they hang out and watch tv with us, ask our opinion, let us know what’s going on at school, at practice, etc. But someone please promise me we’re going to come out the other side. I need something to hang onto right now.