The EXTREME JOY of Parenting Teenagers

I found it in the bottom of the waste basket as I emptied the trash — a crumpled copy of her weekly sociology assignment.  Not in the waste basket in her room, but in the no-really-serious-secrets-here computer room/spare bedroom wicker container.  It was fascinating reading.  I perused with great interest our sixteen-year-old daughter’s take on the things that sway society.  As she expounded on the cultural entities that have negatively influenced today’s youth, I was amazed by her insight.  She seemed to truly grasp the “garbage in, garbage out” concept, sighting numerous examples of how less than wholesome input resulted in less than moral, upstanding behavior.  All in all, she sounded much like a younger version of her father and me!

When she went on to note an example from her own life, where she had been nearly swayed by negative influences toward a dangerous mindset, well, frankly, it’s a good thing I was already sitting down!  While the self revelation was a bit surprising, what really astounded me was the acknowledgment of her firmly held beliefs and in writing no less!  It seemed she had been hearing us all along. Our admonishing that everything in our lives influences us one way or another, us insisting that song lyrics DO matter, repeated cautioning that just because something or someone is popular, has a great following, and is “cool” doesn’t mean it/he/she is moral, just, or constructive.

Somehow, through fingers jammed firmly into her ears and in spite of loud chants of “I’m not listening!!”, our words had made it into her brain matter and had been mulled around sufficiently for her to reach conclusions that bore a very close resemblance to ours.  I was speechless yet thankful; dumbfounded yet very, very grateful.  Maybe all the slammed doors and episodes of the silent treatment had been worth it.  Maybe we weren’t doing as lousy in the parenting realm as I sometimes, late at night, feared.

Lest we become too big headteen girled about our parenting skills, not much more than a week after discovering her discourse on modern society, she fought with us to the death over something even more basic than the truths she had acknowledged in her assignment.  Our pleas of reasoning and requests to just consider our viewpoint went completely unheeded.  Another round of the silent treatment followed.  But this time I had renewed hope that all the time spent not talking to us might just possibly be used instead to chew on our sound reasoning with the hope that her conclusion would, in the end, closely resemble our own.

At least we had the assurance that some of our wise counsel was finding a home in her heart and mind. The truths we tried so hard to instill in her were in fact making an impact. We steeled ourselves for more “discussions”, more beating our heads against the brick wall of parenting, more of the frustration that goes with turning teenagers into responsible adults. It’s amazing how a little proof in black and white can encourage the weary souls of parents.

So, what kind of teenager were YOU?

 

 

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9 thoughts on “The EXTREME JOY of Parenting Teenagers

  1. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m older than you, I could be your daughter!

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  2. And look how well you turned out, Linda! My daughter has journeyed past this phase, thank goodness!

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  3. Teen years have (mostly) been my favorite! Love the transition to young adult friends as they need less parenting by leading and more by walking alongside.

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    • I like how you phrased that — walking alongside. The transition to adulthood often brings those “aha” moments, you know, when the teen who once knew it all must concede he/she might still have a thing or two to learn. Thanks for dropping by!

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  4. My munchkin is only 10 and still blows me kisses when I drop her off at school. Teen years are something I look forward to with nervous trepidation. lol

    I’m going to have to ask my mother what she remembers my teen years being like. I know I was a home-body, mostly content to read all day and throwing myself into my grades so they had no worries in that department. I had no curfew and very few restrictions, mainly because there was no need. My social-butterfly 2nd sister did because she needed the guidelines. As the eldest of 5 I held myself to a high standard, often elevating myself above my siblings. In fact, that’s probably what my parents found most frustrating. I remember overhearing my mother chatting with a friend who also had teens and she said “18-year-olds think they know everything” and I’d interjected, “Hey! I’m 18!” and she had smiled at me and replied, “I know.” 😉

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    • Even among siblings, no two teenagers are exactly alike. Sounds like you were a great example for your younger siblings. I bet you’re hoping your youngster will take after her mother when it comes to those teen years you’re looking forward to with nervous trepidation!

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  5. Does she read this blog? LOL

    Open communication seems to be key. Glad to hear you have a morally upstanding, if stubborn, teen. 🙂

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