Why I love raising a teen
There is no denying that raising teenagers is challenging, the mood swings, messy bedroom, inability to wash a cup up and the cave men language they seem to acquire on their thirteenth birthday are enough to make any parent want to pull their hair out or change their name and move to some remote country with a minimum age limit of 20. There are many days when I have no idea what goes through the teenagers head or why he makes the choices he makes. I have on more than one occasion been astounded by his own stupidity and his clear lack of common sense. Why anyone would think spray painting a penis on a wall in furniture polish is a good idea is beyond my level of understanding! Despite these challenges I have to admit I actually, secretly, love raising a teen and here’s why. As the teen years have progressed, the caveman grunts have slowly started turning back into words again, and while a solid 80 percent of the time I have no idea what he is saying, I love the 20 percent o...