I’ve been meaning to write, but I’ve just been so busy. I hate when life gets in the way of my plans. I was supposed to be rich and famous by now, but silly little things like the dishes and what’s for dinner keep interrupting my plans of grandeur. Plus my teenager is taking up so much of my brain space that there’s nothing left for get rich schemes or PhD’s. He’s a great kid, but Oh My…
Life with a teenager is like when you always hear about a newborn baby screaming through the night and you see a Hollywood movie scene of a dazed mother or father walking around with their pants on backwards and you think, “Yea right — that will never happen to me.” Then karma socks you with a 15lb colicky milk sucker, a high-pitched scream that only you and dogs can hear and you’re walking around with a diaper stuck to your shoulder and throw up permanently a part of your hair. Forget about wearing your pants backwards because you haven’t gotten out of your pajamas for weeks.
Well that’s sort of what its like with a teenager, minus the diapers. But here’s the issue. Let’s start hearing from everyone about how it all will be ok. A little advice from a been- there- done- that older mother who tells you they will stop acting liking an overgrown two year-old. Yes, terrible things could happen. But they could anyway, any day. Definitely don’t tell me, Wow- this is only your first, you still have another and then.a.GIRL!
Come on– that’s like telling someone who’s been diagnosed with breast cancer — Uh oh, don’t forget you have two. Imagine when it spreads to that one!
Why would anyone do that? When you see a dazed new mother, these people must be the ones to walk up and say, “Oh, honey you won’t sleep for the rest of your life. Get used to it.” What? How about some nod of acknowledgment and simple, “Oh, honey it’s gets better and it is so wonderful. Wait till they say ‘I love you’.”
Let’s give up the terrorizing and try some humor. I always find that’s the best advice and the best way to handle anything.