My 16-year-old son, Matt, is a far more thoughtful individual than I ever was at his age. He approaches life with a level of caution that sometimes leaves me wondering if I’ve been too focused on what he should do next, rather than appreciating all the wonderful things he already does. This summer has been a pleasant reminder of the young man he’s evolving into.
Since I “forgot to plan out his summer” (who knew the third child would lead to a creativity drought?), he’s taken matters into his own hands and picked up some unique side gigs. He’s mowing lawns and tending gardens for one neighbor, walking another neighbor’s husband who is unwell, and visiting his grandmother daily to toss the ball for her dog and listen to her reminiscing. He’s also become the tech guru for his other grandmother and the fishing buddy for his younger cousins and friends. Oh, and let’s not forget his passion for basketball—he’s constantly honing his skills in the sport he adores. He’s determined, funny, and kind.
As he heads off to his job, he often checks in with me about which weeds to tackle, and I give him my best advice while warning him about the perils of yard work. Sunscreen? Yes. A hat? Definitely. Gloves? Absolutely. And let’s not forget about avoiding poison ivy—something I learned the hard way. Ah, the joys of youth! At almost 50, I can assure you that my age doesn’t itch at all, unlike the rash I once had. Friends in their 60s and 70s, and even my parents nearing 80, remind me that I’m still young. Yet, sometimes I feel like I’m just starting the descent down the mountain.
Recently, Matt plopped down at the end of my bed after returning from a party, sharing a sweet moment. “A girl told me I looked good tonight,” he said, a hint of confusion in his eyes. “It was weird.” Moments like this are treasures, and I cherish them. He’s growing up—maybe even becoming someone’s “heaven.”
As I reflect on my own journey, perhaps I should simply be grateful to have traveled this path before him, offering the occasional nugget of wisdom about the bumps ahead. I can’t predict which songs will resonate with my kids as they grow—those will be their own personal soundtracks. They’re in the era of pulsating beats and heart-wrenching ballads, anthems and social movements. One day, the music that feels vital to them will be played on an oldies channel, just like my favorites are now.
At this stage in my life, I still enjoy a catchy tune. Every now and then, I catch a glimpse of Mellencamp’s classic and find myself reminiscing. But my turn has passed, and that’s perfectly okay. Recently, while listening to my iPod, I stumbled upon a Simon & Garfunkel classic, and one line struck me as just about perfect: “Now the years are rolling by me. They’re rockin’ evenly.” I am indeed older than I once was but younger than I’ll be.
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In summary, as we navigate the challenges of parenting teenagers, it’s essential to appreciate their growth while reflecting on our own journeys. Change is constant, and each moment is a chance to learn and grow together.