I was reminded today about how lucky I was that my two oldest children (now adults) were not high-strung, rebellious, down-right nasty, or any of those negative personas that make any woman reconsider her motherly throne. But that was like a million years ago. The “others”, I say, and hate to separate them, are testing my sanity at the core….yes, even the Missy Moo (two-year-old girl).
The rebel-fest causes this mega form of introspection that, honestly, I hate. Why? Because I never win in the inner battle for understanding of what the hell teenagers are all about? After all, I’ve done my best. What could I have possibly done that’s so bad to enlist such disrespectful behavior? And what did I do SO differently with the older ones? I’m left with one desire: to catch the next airplane to an island in the Caribbean…alone to enjoy peace.
What thrilling, ugly times (or anything in between) have you gone through with your teen? And how does experiencing this change you as a mother? What kinds of things do you think about yourself as a mother?
Be Beautiful-Be Creative-Be Happy!