The Grace For Mothering A Teenager
I can’t believe that I am the mother of a teenager. Officially. Thirteen years ago I was twenty-two and smiling through contractions. So excited for this new chapter of my life to begin, the one that made me a mother. And it was 7 pm and I thought that this baby was coming any moment. He didn’t arrive until 3:05 am. And by 1:30 am there was no smiling through the pain there was only screaming and pushing. And that is so how I have lived my life. Confident that I could handle the hard stuff until the hardest part hits you. And then there is only screaming and the thought that no ever told me it would be this way. So much of my life has been that, just white knuckling it through. And on this cusp of teenager-life, I just want to stop and say, I’ve gotten a lot of this parenting stuff wrong. And mostly it was because I tried so very hard to get it exactly right. And parenting is one of those things you will never g...