As Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance said “Teenagers scare the living shit out of me.”
Seriously, I am dealing with raging hormones, the princess attitude, a stressed out dance recital and an inconsiderate bf who swears he’s done nothing wrong. God help me. Apparently 16 is the magical age when everything is screwed up. I remember being 16…it sucked ass. I had a football player bf, neurotic parents and raging hormones. I was a mess. Now I watch my poor baby deal with stuff like that and try to remember what was like for me. I try to give advice, but not give too much. I think it is time for my baby to figure things out on her own. She has decided what kind of crap she will or will not put up with and how to deal with it. When she crashes, I sit and listen and hug and comfort. What else can I do? The precarious balance on her emotions must be held on to if she tips too far all hell breaks loose between she and I. Here’s to all the moms with teenage daughters and those with teenage boys, because honestly don’t they all have the same raging hormones and fragile emotions?
I so remember age 16…and for me it wasn’t so much the raging hormones (mine started raging a lot earlier), it was the painfully shy, really like that football player and he wouldn’t know I existed if I farted next to him sort of thing going on. My 17 year old daughter however is so different than I ever was that I almost don’t know how to handle it. She gave me a load of gray hair lately…Most of the time I sit back and let the storm blow itself out until she comes to me and says “Ok, spill it, I know you want to tell me a When I was young story and I am ready to listen now.”