As my children grew into teenagers it became very evident to me that the choices that they now would make were life-changing decisions that could affect the rest of their lives. These decisions could be positive ones but it was the decisions that could effect them negatively that I greatly feared. As new drivers they could drive to fast and have a wreck, they could be influenced by the wrong people, be in the wrong places at the wrong time or choose to do something in which they just thought they were too invincible to be affected. As a parent, we all know what can go wrong if you are not careful.
I would hold my breath every time they came to me and said, "Mom, I need to talk to you." I always dreaded this statement, fearing what made them NEED to talk with me. Teenagers don't NEED to talk to you unless they have a problem with a friend or a homework assignment or they just need money. But for that split second I always feared something worse until...
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Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
The Pain of Childbirth
You may think that the pain of childbirth is in the actual birth itself. I beg to differ. I believe the pain of childbirth comes much later.
I will admit that when my children were much younger there were times when I couldn't wait until they turned 18 and my job as parent would be over. There would be no more lunches to make, no more battles to fight, no more laundry to fold, no more worrying and...no more "Calgon, Take Me Away" moments! Peace and Quiet would reign once more!
And then, around their senior year of high school, this attitude appears.
You thought middle school drama was bad? Dealing with sagging jeans, short skirts, bare bellies, underwear hanging out and what type of bathing suit they were going to wear that summer, was bad? How about dealing with the negotiations over curfews, driving and dating? Oh yeah, even the "Why do I have to go to church? No one in the youth group likes me anyway!" attitude.
No, the attitude I am speaking of is the one that starts with "I can't wait until I turn 18" and ends with "I AM 18 years old AND I can do whatever I WANT because I AM AN ADULT!!!!"
This is the beginning of true labor pains!
I will admit that when my children were much younger there were times when I couldn't wait until they turned 18 and my job as parent would be over. There would be no more lunches to make, no more battles to fight, no more laundry to fold, no more worrying and...no more "Calgon, Take Me Away" moments! Peace and Quiet would reign once more!
And then, around their senior year of high school, this attitude appears.
You thought middle school drama was bad? Dealing with sagging jeans, short skirts, bare bellies, underwear hanging out and what type of bathing suit they were going to wear that summer, was bad? How about dealing with the negotiations over curfews, driving and dating? Oh yeah, even the "Why do I have to go to church? No one in the youth group likes me anyway!" attitude.
No, the attitude I am speaking of is the one that starts with "I can't wait until I turn 18" and ends with "I AM 18 years old AND I can do whatever I WANT because I AM AN ADULT!!!!"
This is the beginning of true labor pains!
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