Yes, it’s another post that talks about raising teenagers, more specifically, teenage boys. I am currently raising two (15 and soon-to-be 17).
And they are as different as night and day! Where one has a devil-may-care attitude, the other is more anxious and worried. While one is more adventurous, the other is more routine and systematic. The oldest is more conscientious whereas the 15 yo is more indifferent. They are both fun and energetic and smart. They are both completely lost as to what they want to do in life which is, more than likely, credited to their age.
And, of course, during the adolescent years…
Nothing Makes Sense except whatever seems to be happening at the time.
So. Much. Is. Happening. during these years and the teen can’t make heads or tails of it.
The body is growing in weight, muscles, height. Mentality is changing in connection with the need for independence and self-discovery/identity. Love interests become more meaningful, friendships either dissipate or grow strongers, and presception of outward appearance increases.
Needless to say, it’s just hard….
…..but being a teen is fun. And as one grows, he/she charms or entertains another with stories from youth.
However, raising boys can be just as emotional for parents. The parents deal with:
Now, a parent is no longer trying to keep a pint-sized little human safe from bee stings and scraped knees, but is focused on preventing said child from becoming a parent to young or causing harm to others due to irresponsible, reckless behavior and/or decisions.
The shift in parental teachings is quite a big leap for parents. Parents don’t always know the right answer because there isn’t one. They don’t always know how the outcome of any given decision. There isn’t an instruction booklet we are given when we bring our little ones home from the hospital, but there are some general tips we can follow when rearing these muleheaded, rough around the edges, emotionally unstable beings.
Don’t cringe, mommies. It does get better. Your son is on his way (with your guidance) to being the kind of man you want him to be.
Dear Lady Exiting the Family Dollar,
Yes, I noticed you. I noticed that you held the door for my daughter and I.
Yes, I noticed your subtle reminder to me that I didn’t say thank you.
Yes, I noticed.
But, did you notice that I was chasing after my 6 year old daughter in dire need of a bathroom?
Did you notice that she was quite close to having an accident?
Did you also notice that, although old enough to wait in the car, I didn’t want to make my older children wait for too long.
In your subtle way of reminding me that I didn’t say ‘thank you’ because you held the door for us, I hope you felt a little bit better about yourself.
I, on the other hand, am truly sorry that I didn’t say thank you. I am sorry that my mind was otherwise occupied with making sure my daughter didn’t have an accident right there in the entrance of the store.
Truly, I am sorry.
I did, in fact, appreciate your kind gesture.
However, I wonder if you’d be so kind in any other similar situation that you may be a bit more forgiving toward a stranger.
As I see it, yes, you did a kind gesture. Yes, I may have appeared to be a rude, unappreciative person.
But, isn’t it a little hypocritical to do a kind gesture only to follow it up with such a snarky response because another may have failed to recognize or, such is my case, was to preoccupied with saving her daughter from embarrassment and the store from having to clean up a mess?
So, Lady Exiting the Family Dollar, I am sorry for my rudeness.
For art today, we made some May Day paper flower hanging baskets that we are going to distribute on our block on Sunday after church. To be honest, I am not sure why May Day is a big deal to some people, but it was a neat idea and we enjoyed ourselves.
Coming up in July, my hubby and I will be visiting New Orleans where we will be attending a masquerade ball! I have absolutely no idea what to wear! Is it formal dress attire? Jeans and t-shirt? Shorts and tank top? Anybody have any idea? I am assuming it’s formal dress…..not entirely sure though. However, I have been looking at dresses because I am supper excited. Here’s a couple of ideas…..
Thoughts? Any and all would be appreciated.
it never fails to amaze me when i hear ‘you must be so busy.’ or the most recent i’ve heard is ‘what do you do?” which i was dumbfounded by. my response was ‘well, umm, i take care of them.’ she then responded, ‘oh no all i mean is how do you do it with that many, i think it’s hard enough with three.’ Me: ‘okay well, i guess i participate in my life and the life of my children like anyone else, one day at a time.’
my days are busy cleaning, constant laundry, home-schooling, cooking, and interacting. I work a part-time evening job that I enjoy. some days i feel like i get nothing accomplished and other days i’m like a whirlwind that doesn’t stop. i get so much accomplished on those days. however, the aforementioned days of nothing accomplished are more common. by the time i get through home-school, from 8/9 -12/1, i feel exhausted. with summer coming on, we get the itchies for being outdoors in the sunshine.
the only difference between my family and other families around me is the number of kids in my home. otherwise, everything basically runs the same. having eight kids is noisier, but i also have more helping hands, it may be hectic, but at the same time, it’s more rewarding. everything is more in our house: more love, more arguments, more smiles, more impatience, more giggling, hollering…..more, more more! in the chaos, we find what works for us. i am not much for schedules, but we’ve found what works for us.
in essence, i just want everyone to understand that we may have a large family, but our life is really not that different from smaller families. so, yes i thank you for your compliments to me as a mother, but i am not anymore special than the next mother. like you, i love my kids and want them to grow up to be happy healthy adults. they are my everything!
May is quickly approaching which means Mother’s Day, birthdays, end of the school year & graduations, upcoming summer vacation, upcoming change in my work schedule, and did I mention summer?!?
Beings that summer is MY MOST FAVORITE season of the year, I have decided to set some goals for May to get the summer off to a wonderful start.
First Goal: A March for Babies walk and a week later, A Walk to Cure Arthritis.
Second Goal: get a reunion BBQ planned that’s scheduled for the middle of May.
Third Goal: do some volunteering at the hospital as well as donate some items such as a quilt or blanket. I am currently waiting to hear back from the Volunteer Coordinator.
Fourth Goal: I am the process of making one quilt, but by the end of May, I would like have 2 or 3 quilts completed. I have about 5 quilts that I have bought the material for, but haven’t started.
Fifth Goal: Spend some time getting to know my neighbor.
All of this sounds pretty easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy, right?
But with 6 children in the house, although attainable the goals are, we will stop at 5 just so I’m not taking on too much at a time beings I still have a month of home-school left as well as my job (only part-time). Plus, my older children have schedules to keep so I have to sometimes drop what I’m doing to meet their schedules. It’s okay though, cuz they are definitely worth it ♥
Every day I am thankful that God blessed me with such a wonderful husband. Yes we argue, yes we disagree and yes we love. We do all of these and much more with enough passion for a lifetime. I pray that I get to spend a lifetime with him.
I love him because…….
There are so many reasons I love him and I could list hundreds of things more, but I won’t. He’s my friend, my lover, my children’s father and step-father. He is someone I appreciate and he’s my husband. What more could I possibly ask for? It’s a wonderful life
Having children is a full time job and anyone who says different:
In a little over a month my oldest child will be 17!
Eeek, I know…SCARY!
For the last going on 16 years I have devoted myself to raising wonderful, not so patient, outspoken, but lively children. Each and every one of them offers something unique to our home. If I’m not tripping over a baby toy then I’m arguing with one of the older kids to do something useful in the house like wash a dish, clean the bath tub, or throw a load of laundry in the washer. Sometimes I feel ……ahh, hell I feel frustrated!
However, being a full time wife and mother has taught me a few things:
What has being a mom or a dad taught you?
As parents, most of the time, being a mother or father is what defines who we are. Our children look at us only to see mom or dad. They don’t see the laughter we know amongst other adults. They don’t see the tears that flow because of our own hurt feelings. They don’t know the child inside of us that wants to be loved, admired, accepted, considered.
They know that mom will wash some laundry, dad will cook a meal. They see dad working while mom is tending a sick sibling. They don’t see the enjoyment dad gets from truck-pulling or mom gets from reading a book uninterrupted.
They can’t know what we are like when we get a weekend away, without the responsibilities of adulthood weighing on our shoulders. They can’t understand the need/want to just sleep in that extra few minutes in the morning and be allowed to do that without getting the screams of children or cries of the babies.
They don’t know that their mom or dad used to be where they (the children) are now. Mom enjoyed hanging out with friends at a movie, bowling, etc. Dad enjoyed sitting outside, drink in hand, goofing off with his buddies. Mom liked waking up at noon on any given day. Dad enjoyed going ‘speed’ down the road on his Harley.
Oh, but as we grow, our priorities change. The life an adult actually lives may not be the perfect life that he/she envisioned, but it is a life they chose. For myself, I am happy with my choices. If given the chance, I wouldn’t change anything because it all got me here, with the man I love and the beautiful children I have in my midst.
But, although true, there are 16 things I’d like my children to know about me that makes me who I am as a person rather than just the mom they see, know, and love.
To my children, I love you.
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Living life one prayer at a time...
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