So the no good, terrible, awful, horrible, frightening thing has happened. The moment every parent dreads from the time they become a mom or dad. I am mom to a teenager!
Parenting a teen requires a whole new level of skills, a level of patience never dreamed possible, a really great helmet to wear while banging your head on the wall and the ability to believe both yourself and others when they tell you it will be OK, in five to six years.
Parenting a teen gives you knowledge into why some species eat their young, before they become teens. It is possible we could learn something from guppies in the fish tank.
I'm part of a group of parents who gather to commiserate and swap stories of our teens and tell each other it is all OK. I thought I would share some of our stories with you. Please keep in mind our tongues are planted firmly in our cheeks!
It’s all OK is helpful when you are being yelled at that you are the worst mother/father on the face of the Earth. You smile politely and say thank you, mission achieved. It even works when you are being told that as a result of your horrible parent status, your child is leaving you to find a better family, where he will be more appreciated. When you offer to give the teen bus fare to get to that family, it is possible a door may be slammed in your face.
It’s all OK even works when you arrive home and discover your teen has gone to a hockey game without letting you know. While a note that was scrawled and left on the floor at the door was appreciated, it was missing several relevant facts, such as how that teen got to the game and how he is getting home. When you discover that he walked the several kilometres to the game by himself and has no ride home, you put on your helmet, strongly bang your head against the wall and then pick him up. You are thankful he is OK and happy that a calm discussion on safety occurs on the drive home.
When your teen is still in bed at 2:30 p.m., you struggle with whether to wake him up and deal with the grumpy moodiness or let him sleep so you may continue to enjoy the pleasant quietness that comes from not dealing with a teen.
When your teen has $750 worth of raffle tickets to sell for his hockey team fundraiser, you actually consider buying them yourself so you won`t have to listen to how STUPID (everything is stupid) it is to go door-to-door selling tickets. (If by any chance anyone would like to buy a raffle ticket to win a Westjet trip or a LED TV, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org)
Parenting a teen is not for the weak. You have to be strong and very thick-skinned.
I know in five to six years it will all be worth it.