For many of you who have been following me for a while, you may already be aware of this, however it is completely new to me. Why someone hasn’t given me a head’s up on this before now, I’m not quite sure. It certainly would have been the compassionate thing to do. But instead, everyone has simply let me find this out the REALLY HARD WAY. No one thought enough of me to fill me in on the fact that…
I am the mother of two teenagers!!!!
For the past year or two, I have gone about my life blissfully unaware of this fact. But in the last month, it has become all too clear.
Uber, for instance, who as a general rule is a VERY laid-back young man with a soft-spoken demeanor and a heart of putty, has recently turned into an emotional roller coaster of drama, defensiveness, and diva-tude – – especially in regards to his girlfriend (aka “soulmate”).
Have you ever seen a documentary about those weird carnivorous plants in the rain forest that sit there so peacefully and beautifully, and then some insect lands on them unawares and WHAMMO – – bug soup??!! Well, I’ve experienced that phenomenon up close and personal by happening to drop the slightest of negative opinions about a recent action of said girlfriend within earshot of Uber. WHAMMO! – – Mom soup!!
But the real metamorphosis has taken place in my youngest spawn. Dearest H-T, who has always been eager to please, slow to anger, and cuddly as heck, has morphed into this smart-alecky, know-it-all whose main goal in life is to push each and every one of my buttons. In fact, I dare say his ability to go to sleep at night would be direly affected if he couldn’t look back with pride on his ability to turn me into a crazed demon at some point in the day.
Have some advice for him? Be ready for the snickers that will ensue. Some words of wisdom? Prepare to get not just an eye-roll, but a full on sneer of disgust. Actually make the suggestion that he has fallen short in some manner? Be on the lookout for a lovely door-slamming, curse-mumbling display.
Yes. I know. I’m wallowing in a bit of self-pity today. I guess it is because up till now I thought I had successfully snuck by the line where they checked your “mom of teenager” credentials. I had “opted out” of the whole teenage drama-thing.
Why does life ALWAYS have to catch up with you???
So THIS is my good deed for the day. Have a young man or woman around the house who is edging nearer to those lovely teen years? Unless your skin is much thicker than mine, go ahead and stock up on some titanium full body armor.
Consider yourself warned.