Teenage Roller Coaster Challenge

teenageYesterday I was wondering whether I should write about personal stuff on my blog or move towards more ‘useful’ or ‘practical’ topics, and had some lovely comments from my readers which made me realise that there is nothing wrong with ‘assorted musings’ aka ‘random rants’. I am very grateful for those comments because I really need to get something off my chest and there is no place like a blog to do it. I can have a good rant about whatever got to me and feel better straight after. Done and dusted.

So what is my burning issue today?

Same as most of the days – children!  Whoever came up with the saying ‘small children – small problems, big children – big problems’ got it spot on.

I’ve always thought I am a fairly sensible mother and not in a market for parenting courses, but at times I am not so sure about that any more.  Keeping the children on straight and narrow was quite uncomplicated until my eldest hit teenagehood.  Oh boy, this is a completely different game altogether. Forget warning expecting parents about sleepless nights, endless nappy changing and teething. Tell them about the teenage years instead, they will come sooner than expected.

We have a bit of a teenage roller coaster at the moment.

My eldest bounces between being a lovely child and a grumbling rebel, with everything possible in-between.  One minute he is happy, another minute he gets emotional or stroppy and argumentative.  When he gets emotional, half of the time he doesn’t even know why.  Today, he’s had a tantrum about the volume of school work he had to do and put more energy into having a strop about it than into getting his work done.  No wonder it took him forever.  I did tell him more than once that he could have done everything ten times over and had his play time if only he focused on task at hand… but he was by far too preoccupied with having a strop, so it was like talking to a wall.  An angry wall for that matter.  To give him credit, though, he did realise he was being silly and apologised afterwards.

I suppose this is all down to hormones flooding his blood stream right now, but knowing this does not make it any easier to handle.  Sometimes it feels like he’s read a book on ‘How To Be a Teenager and Drive Your Parents Insane’ and decided to implement it in practice.

My patience is stretched very thin at times.

I’ve started practising counting to ten before I say anything and I am on the verge of taking up yoga or meditation!  The worst thing is that my younger son has started copying his older brother and I am starting to get attitude from him as well. They were so much easier when they were babies – yes, I was sleep deprived, but as long as they were fed and changed, they were happy and full of cuddles.  I do miss those days when a cuddle with mummy was on top of their favourite things to do and they wanted me to go everywhere with them.  These days it is ok to have a cuddle at home every now and then, but in public I am supposed to keep a sensible distance, so that they don’t get embarrassed in front of  their friends!  Can you imagine?

There, I feel a bit better now.

A few deep breaths and I will be as good as new.

Do you have teenage children, or any  children, who are trying your patience?  Which aspect of parenting do you find most challenging?  Please leave a comment if you would like to share and get things off your chest.  Or, if you prefer, please visit my Facebook page and perhaps we can have a collective disgruntled parents rant over there, with a big virtual ‘group hug’ at the end to make us all feel better!



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