You would think that this being my second time around with raising teenagers that I would have seen it coming.
The attitude. The attitude. And OMG the fricken ATTITUDE.
Let me explain.
I have four kids. Two in their 20s (round 1) and two tweenagers (round 2).
My theory is that a very deep, very masochistic part of me thought that it would be fun to go through the hell that is raising teenagers a second time.
Two things are clear from this:
1. I was drinking at the time.
2. I had forgotten about the oh-joy, oh-blissdom that comes with living with teenagers.
Stated another way: hormones are assholes.
As parents, we have our work cut out for us. And as a rule, seeing that happy smile on our children’s faces is worth every sleepless night; every ton of laundry.
But let’s face it. We’re talking about teenagers here. The smiles are rare and the attitude is abundant.
As mentioned, this is round 2 for me and if I’ve learned anything from round 1 it’s that hormones eventually reach a state of quiet balance.
So my message to all you moms and dads of teenagers out there is to resist the urge to run away from home. Our children as we know, love and remember them, do resurface.
PS. This is an open invitation to remind me that there is a light at the end of the raising-teenagers tunnel.