By Heather O.
I’ve noticed something around the Mommy blogs, and in my perusal of other mothering books.
We hear all about the softness and smell of a newborn’s head. We read and laugh about adventures with toddlers and poop. And we cry a little as our mothers’ hearts break when our oldest gets on the bus for the first time, headed to kindergarten.
But I ask you, as a mother who is about to experience that kindergarten heart twitch in the fall–
What happens next?
And the big question: Why is nobody writing happy things about teenagers?
Are they really that bad? Should I really be that terrified?
I asked that of a member of our bishopric, a man who has 3 teenagers and a house large enough for the rest of the teens in our ward to congregate, something they do basically every Friday night.
Yes. Be afraid. Be very afraid. And nobody is waxing lyrical about their teenagers because they are too busy trying not to kill them.
I know that probably most of you who read this blog are mothers of young children, and you come here (hopefully) for the support, advice, and comraderie of mothers in arms as we battle the young and the restless. But if there are readers out there who have teenagers, I would love to hear from you.
Think of it as my challenge to you. I want your ode to teenagers. And any advice how to keep them alive until adulthood would be nice, too.
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