Teenagers are moody, stinky, hangry (combo of hungry and angry) almost adults. We hear it all the time. It’s hard raising them. They are difficult and eat all your food. And I mean all!
As the mom of a fifteen year old boy, I have found myself frustrated and often confused at what happened to my sweet hyper-active little boy. The doctors would say hormones happened. All I know is one day he was this little person who relied on me for everything, and now he is this person towering over me, grunting, and texting me about the latest pair of sneakers he wants.
Then one night he arrived home from a basketball game and his younger brother (who thinks he hung the moon and the stars) was so excited to see him. He started talking and sharing how happy he was that his big brother was home. My teenager went into a grumpy rant.
“I’m tired leave me alone.”
I knew my little was devastated.
Later my son came to greet me while I was washing my face and I calmly told him I overheard the interaction. I explained how his little brother was so excited to see him and how harsh he had been. I didn’t fuss or ridicule him; I took the teachable moment and appealed to the kind hearted person I had raised long before teenage hormones arrived.
Later that night (too late), I heard him playing with his little brother, rough housing. They were both laughing and I mean belly laughing. I literally shed a few tears at the beautiful sound. Never mind that it was way past bedtime and they were loud. He was making up for his earlier behavior and he had heard me.
The next day when he returned home from basketball practice, I was napping after a long work day. He came in my room and didn’t say a word and just plopped his head in my chest. I immediately said “what do you want?” He replied, “nothing, I just wanted to hug my mom.” I was tired and a little grumpy myself, but I just let him lay there. The joy that flooded my heart was immeasurable.
We are both finding our way during this phase of life. Raising an almost adult doesn’t have to be so bad.