In some way or another, we are all a product of our raising. Everything from our childhood, and ways our parents did or didn't participate has resulted in who we are today.
They actually experience things more intensely than the rest of us.
Early one morning I followed the blinking, grinding, lumbering school bus on its routine route to pick up students. Always the consummate people-watcher, I studied the colorful collection of gangly, boisterous pre-teens waiting at each stop. Then I saw her - the girl standing alone. She was me, fifty years ago.
I was a teen when I learned about Gestalt dream work, and I liked the idea of the self-awareness that it espoused. Being in the present, understanding sensations, emotions, and behaviors was intriguing to a young girl on the verge of becoming a woman and falling in love. I was confused.
Life is about honesty. You make a mistake, you learn from it, and then explain to your kids where you screwed up. If you want to lead by example you must do so with unmasked honesty.
GPS for the Soul
She poked her head out from behind the person in front of her, looking for me. We locked eyes and she gave me that sweet, sweet smile. The one that I know. The one that's just for me. The one that says, "Hey Mom."
Luckily, the more I walk on the parenting tightrope, the more confident I am that I'll be able to stay centered. It's not like I have a choice. There's no way I'm going to fall and fail my daughter. I am her rock, her home base, her safety. I am her mother.
I feel like it's a requirement for teenagers to be bored at some point in their coming-of-age years. One moment we're out and about, loving life, and the next we just want go to bed with a banana split and cry.
While I can't deny I didn't experience my own fair share of teen atrocities, I'm making it out the other side unscathed. Here's what I learned each year along the way.
Teen angst is a feeling that percolates in every clique, every ethnic group, and every socio-economic status. Yes, we as teenagers do have a way of being selfish and sometimes whiney, but there is without a doubt some validity to our gripes.
There are moments in this story that are so affecting that you have to stop reading until you can see the pages through your tears. Is this contrived? Is this manipulative? Maybe it is, but it is also the true heart of the story.