I was warned that this day would come. My once sweet and often silly little boy would become a brooding, moody teenager seemingly overnight. Not my baby. I ignored the warnings and took comfort in knowing that my husband and I had done such a great parenting job that there was no way our son would ever roll his eyes at us or slam his bedroom door in protest of one of our life-affirming lectures. Not our baby.
And yet here I sit scratching my head, wondering where my baby boy went. These days it seems he's always got a comeback for anything we say. He's forever arguing with his younger siblings. And don't get me started on the homework!! The first year of high school has been nothing short of brutal.
I come to you, fellow mothers of teenagers, in hopes of some reassurance that this phase will pass quickly. Please share your survival stories and send tips for getting through these years. It will be much appreciated. xoxo