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. It’s 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.
The first one is from one of my kid’s teachers. I asked her how he did the other day as we’ve been reinforcing for him to think of happy thoughts when he’s getting anxious. So she told me that most of his happy thoughts are of me. You can imagine how my heart filled with joy and love that my child thinks of happy thoughts and they were of me.
The second is from my sibling quoting my dad. Since I pretty much think that my parents are the most awesome people that walked this earth, to hear my father say such high praise make my heart swell even more.
And certainly, both were nice reinforcement that I might just not completely screw up my kids.