Ever have those times when things are going along so well that you KNOW you're in for something.
My something landed.
She's 14, knows it all, is way too cool for her own good, is going to do what she wants, is going to defy me, and is planning on "getting high" this weekend. Or so she told a friend. So she thinks.
I am about to become the worst thing on the planet in her eyes.... that's OK, its my job.
So, why am I thankful?
I am thankful that I have a daughter to drive to nuts, ruin my sleep and scare the begeevers out of me. I am thankful for her friends that are more worried about her than she is. I am thankful for my blog friends who love me even though I am about to become "the most awful person on earth". I am thankful for a loving God who will guide me through this rough patch. And I am thankful that I am not alone.
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Parenting is our most difficult job! It would be easier to just shut your eyes and ignore the problem, but that wouldn't be doing your job. You are being a good parent, that is doing your job :) Remember, God is with you.
Not to state the obvious, but you are a good mother.
I wish you patience. And good deadbolts on your doors. I know you've gott the love she needs, and hopefully she'll listen to your very, very sensible and smart words. Love, Tricia
You are a great mother! When I was a teen, contemplating potential bad behavior, it was always secretly comforting to know that my parents were behind me, that they would meddle, and possibly even be the "bad" guys and stop me from whatever I was about to do. Sometimes I think that teens, like toddlers (!) actually do crave boundaries and limits set by parents, although they'd never tell you that!!!
We're all with you in spirit!
I hope that you can find peace in all the chaos. I was hell for my mother as a teenager, so I know what you are going through. Even though I drove her over the edge many times as far as sanity goes, I know that through it all, she still loved me and supported me.
Let me know how this goes. I'm dreading this time when my kids get to that age. Good luck and I'm proud of you for becoming her worst nightmare!
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