I’ve been a mother for a good fourteen years now. So I’m currently in the midst of parenting a teen–someone send wine. But it isn’t as bad as I expected. I suspect I was far more work than my oldest (my poor mother). Aside from the push back, a natural consequence of someone trying to forge his own identity, having a teen, someone who basically tries to eat you out of a home, hasn’t been the traumatizing experience I expected. So far.
I also have nine-year-olds at home who worship their older brother, for better or for worse. Yes, especially the worse part, and all the bad habits a teen picks up along the way. Its certainly an adventure raising all boys.
My husband, bless his heart, took all of them card shopping for mother’s day. Considering any errand with my kids makes me want to drink, this was quite a feat, indeed as they all came home with smiles. I also got flowers, and breakfast in bed. Actually, they brought food to me in bed but I immediately had several pair of hands on said food asking but not really asking if they can have some of the home-cooked breakfast
All in all, it was a nice mother’s day but the best gifts I got came unexpectedly from a couple of people.