‘I’m so done with teenagers this week!’ … OK, I admit, that sounds a tad harsh … they probably don’t really deserve such a final sounding statement from their mum who is meant to cherish and love and nurture and adore in sickness and in health and blah blah blah (hang on, do we have marriage style vows for parenting? Didn’t think so … phew!) … but, joking aside, of course I love them to the moon and back … ridiculous amounts … but … just sometimes (maybe even a few more times lately) I am totally and utterly feeling the whole done with them statement.
Does that still sound too unkind, too horrid to some, not fluffy and lovely and mummy correct? OK … in which case I’ll retract a bit … maybe I don’t mean them per se … the beautiful human beings that they are … but I certainly do mean their behaviour, their attitude, their strops, their answering back, their monosyllabic responses, their tone (we’ll come back to this!), their thinking they are right all the damn time, their I’m too cool for anything and everything, their how can you possibly understand, their I’m 21 don’t you know! All of that … all of that teenagery (yes, I know that teenagery is not a word but I’m mid ranting and sometimes I make up words) behaviour which I know has been documented for years and years, generation after generation, and is nothing new in the sphere of parenting … but I need to point out here that it is new for me and 1,000s of other parent bloggers and non-bloggers so bear with me on the stropping about it and repeating of history because I haven’t experienced it before (thank bloody goodness). Anyway … I think you are probably getting the general gist … their behaviour in general … that!
I would just like to add here for all of you parent bloggers of that beautiful baby and toddler stage … hmmm doesn’t time erase the rubbish memories you’re probably thinking … have I forgotten about the the sleepless nights, the colicky screaming, the terrible twos? In a word … yes! and you will too – I think it’s the only way … a bit like childbirth … we still go on and have more … we must bloody forget! Oh, and I’ve just thought … the teenage years will be forgotten too … there is hope yet … but what I wanted to point out is that the teenage years aren’t all bad (!) but for the purpose of humour one needs to dwell for a few hundred words or so!
So, this week when I was calling ever so beautifully and serenely … as us lovely mummies of today do in that Cinderella kind of style, isn’t the world a wonderful place to dance around the kitchen singing with the birds, nothing can dampen my mood kind of way … to one of my gorgeous teenager daughters … to be met with a “Yes??????” in a tone that I can only equate with “What the £@$* does she want now?” I can wholeheartedly say I’m giving up on everything I do, all the help, the support, the washing, the cooking, the taxi-ing, the being there, the listening, the everything else I do but can’t recall as I’m too busy stropping … I’m done … well for today anyway … just saying!