Let’s be honest—after 16 years of parenting, I’m still trying to wrap my head around how my sweet little boy morphed into a moody, smoldering teenager. I’m not getting old; he is! And who granted him the authority to bring such challenges into our home?
When I chat with friends, we often lament that no one prepared us for the rollercoaster ride of parenting a teenager. Not a single soul warned us about the emotional turmoil we’d face. When I looked at my son as a baby, I thought, “He’s so precious,” and “He smells so delightful.” Back then, my biggest worries revolved around feeding him and ensuring he was safe from harm. Those fears seem naive now, almost comically trivial.
I never imagined that one day I would wake up and mutter, “Please let him be alive” every single morning as I nudged him to get up for school. Those labor and delivery nurses certainly didn’t mention the emotional toll that comes with raising a teenager. The stress of watching them navigate high school often feels more burdensome for us as parents than it does for them. You quickly find yourself internalizing their struggles, layering on your own guilt and anxiety.
And let’s not even get started on the pediatrician’s one-year check-up sheet. It doesn’t prepare you for the day you find yourself desperately hoping your teenager doesn’t experiment with “hard drugs” and having serious discussions about what that even means. Sometimes I catch myself thinking I’m trapped in a bizarre episode of an ’80s sitcom, waiting for the punchline, but reality hits hard—it’s happening all around us. Over countless glasses of sangria with friends, I’ve come to realize that these conversations are standard fare in living rooms everywhere.
A friend recently confided that her child’s behavior was concerning, jokingly labeling it “serial killer behavior.” While we know it’s an exaggeration, haven’t we all had moments of sheer panic wondering, “Please, don’t let my child turn into a criminal?” Or during a particularly heated argument, thinking, “I hope this kid doesn’t plot my demise while I sleep”?
Reflecting on my own teenage years, I find solace in remembering that I, too, yelled hurtful things, yet never contemplated harming my parents. That thought, oddly, helps me drift off to sleep some nights.
When my son was a baby, no one warned me that I’d be thinking such wild thoughts now. The things I find myself saying to him are just as absurd as the fact that I now dye my eyebrows to hide the greys. “Please don’t do anything reckless. Don’t try drugs. Please don’t get arrested—this kid can’t even handle a 20-minute Wi-Fi outage!”
If someone had told us long ago, when we were contemplating parenthood, that we’d have to relive our own teenage years but with heightened stakes, I doubt any of us would have signed up for this gig. All I can say is, I’m grateful that my son hasn’t gone down the path of hard drugs.
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In summary, raising a teenager is a wild ride filled with unexpected twists and turns, emotional struggles, and sometimes comically absurd thoughts. While it’s challenging, it’s also a journey that many embark on, often without the proper preparation.
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