TEENAGERS! Last night when I went to bed I had two teenage girls and two tween boys. Today I woke up to three teenagers. Our oldest son turned 13 today. As if to add insult to injury, when I looked in the mirror I found WAY TO MANY gray hairs poking out of my head.
Last month our oldest turned 18 and now our oldest boy turned 13. There should be some sort of guide as to how to cope with all the hormones. And I don't mean teenage hormones. I mean mom hormones. One minute I look at my children in awe of the people they are becoming and the next I am a puddle of goo on the couch with a hunk of chocolate drowning my sorrows.
When our children were small I used to think I just needed to get them to all be in school. It will be easier then. When you have 4 under the age of six and your last two 16 months apart you grab on to whatever glimmer of hope you have and hold on for the ride. For me that was getting them all to school. Now, I wish I wouldn't have wished those days away so fast. I have been lucky to be a stay at home mom. I know many don't have that option. I was able to be with my children and watch them grow and reach milestones.
As I look back on the past 13 years and see how much our son has changed and who he is becoming, I am once again a puddle of goo. He is a wonderful young man with a heart to help other people. As a mom I'm not sure I could ask for more. A desire to help others has to come from within, it's something you can show your kids by example but the true desire to help someone else has to come from within you. He has that desire. An example would be packing lunches for the homeless and wanting to plan a food drive with his scout troop so he can feed more homeless or wanting to build his brother's school a library because they don't have one.
As I type those words the tears roll down my face. Last night as my husband and I sat on the couch, the kids were in bed, some how the topic of the movie Happy Gilmore came up. My husband loves that movie. When our son was little it seemed that movie was always on. Our son had a set of golf clubs and would pretend to play golf when the movie was on. If you've seen the movie than you know the scene where Adam Sandler yells at the ball that it should go to its home. Well, one afternoon our son did the same thing. I suppose it was one of those moments where you had to be there. But it's that sense of humor, love for others, his kind spirit, that make me so proud to be his mom.
Ladies, don't wish away those young years. Before you know it, you will have teenagers and gray hair and a puddle of hormones that you have no idea what to do with.
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