Raising a teenager. It would have to be the hardest part of being a parent. I am not saying that the baby, toddler & child part is easy, no I am not. I am saying that it changes as your little cherub grows into a teenager. A 2 year old tantrum, I have dealt with my fair share. Imagine a 2 year old tantrum but the person having the tantrum is 13 & 1/2. But it is not the sit on the floor, stamp their feet, scream at you type of tantrum. It is the my life is so unfair, you just don’t understand me, I feel left out, but everyone else is allowed to type of tantrum.
It really does tug at your heart. You just want to make them happy but you have to set boundaries. I was a teenager who did not have the boundaries that a teenager needs. I know what happens when that can go wrong. I now make sure that the boundaries are clear & they do not change. My children know my rules. Even after a teenage moment where there may be a lot of huffing, puffing & “I don’t even know why I bother asking”, I know that it is all worth it when I get the apology. I get the, “I am sorry, I should have known what the answer would be.” Too me that means everything. That means that what I am doing is right. That deep down inside, she knows that I am strict out of love.
It doesn’t ease the heartache of being a teenager.
That time in life where you are too old to be a child but not old enough to be an adult. That time when you feel like you are on the outside of everything. The above photo says it all. This was not staged or nor did I tell her what to do. Her sister was playing on the playground, she feels that she is too old to “play” like that anymore. So she watches from afar & wishes she was not a teenager. So she escapes to the world of her iPod. {can you see it in her hand?} It is where she is in her own little world. It is her music, her photo’s, her friends, her life that is hers alone. She chooses what it looks like, what it sounds like……..it is her.
She is a really good person. She is the type of person who would (& has done) help an elderly person who has fallen over. She gives people the money that they have dropped. She makes sure that a child who is crying can find their Mum. She will stand up for a friend who is being bullied because she is just that type of person. But right now, she feels that her life is hard.
She is not allowed to go to the park unsupervised. She is not allowed to go to the shops without an adult. She is not allowed to go to the pool without an adult. She is not allowed to roam the streets. Those are my rules. I have no problems with her friends coming to our house or her going to her friends house but there must be adult supervision. This is the number one reason why I am still a stay at home Mum even though my children are no longer babies. I know where my kids are at all times. I know who they are hanging around with & what they are doing. I do this out of love.
I just do what I think is best. Some days though, she seems to forget that.
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