Last week’s post was an essay my sister, Pam, wrote when her boys were ages two and four. It’s titled “You Can Dress Them Up But…” If you missed it, you can read it here.
One year when the boys were teenagers, she wrote another essay for our mom for Mother’s Day. It’s even better than the first essay, in my opinion. I’ve been telling her for years she should be a writer, but she’s not really interested. Clearly, she has a natural talent for writing. See if you agree!
Many Years Later
“My boys are typical teenagers in many ways. They have mood swings, they question authority, and they are outstanding debaters. At times, too, they are confused about life, but they would never admit to that.
“I was just telling my husband the other day that my oldest son is the smartest person I’ve ever met. It’s just amazing the way he knows everything. Everything I tell him, he says he knows. He knows everything about everything, before it happens, as it is happening, and everything after it happened. His favorite saying is, ‘I know. I know.’
“I try to keep the stress level at a minimum, as hard as that is raising teenagers. I try not to fuss over too many issues and I try to overlook petty differences. I believe home is where a person should be able to relax, to be themselves (without being obnoxious), and to have their friends over.
“My sons have their own private suites with room service right here in our home. And their privacy is not invaded because we have built our home on the honor system and we’re practicing living our lives on the honor system, learning as we go along. My sons know that no matter what, I try to understand them, try to make life pleasant for them, try to be a good mom even though I am far from perfect, and they know that I am always here for them.
“Now I also have a beautiful little girl, the daughter I never thought I’d have. She is my buddy. She still likes to go out with me, loves to shop all day with me and search for coordinating outfits, loves to cook and sew with me and just hang out with me.
“I’m still cool. I’m still her comfort zone. And I know this will someday pass. That will be sad. But I’ll wait for her to come back around. No matter what, and I mean no matter what, I will never give up on any of my children, even when they give up on themselves. I will do this, I know, because my mom did it for me.”
My nephews, all grown up. One is a parent now himself!
Invitation to my niece’s 5th birthday celebration, a tea party.
She’s all grown up now, too!
The years fly by so fast.
So, do you have a parenting or grandparenting story? If you’re not a parent, memories from your own childhood count, too!
Warning: I might feature your story in a future post. (Names can be changed to protect the guilty!)
I’d like to thank everyone who shared a parenting memory with me last week. I’m saving them and will publish some in future posts.
If you don’t want to leave a comment but would rather contact me by email, here’s my address: lynkelwoohoo (at) yahoo (dot) com.
(This essay first appeared in the Highland Community News in July 1999.)