The Raising Up Teens Family
It can get a little crazy around here at the Raising Up Teens Family abode, let me tell you. I am sure many parents across the country… slash that, the world … who are reading this post are most likely nodding their head in agreement. With three TEENAGERS, one just on the verge of puberty, one right in the middle of it, and one almost 16-year-old teen girl who, btw, is going on 25, how can you really blame this beautiful house? I mean, come on. It was bound to happen, right? Do not misinterpret me, they were all once very lovely babies, great toddlers, and wonderful adolescents. They all seemed like normal tiny snotty nose humans.
Then one day, they just woke up and became this medium to almost full-size monsters. Look, I have googled and talked to doctors and this is normal. Apparently, the precious babies we carry for nine months, ALL DO THIS! The good news is they will, most of them at least, turn out to be okay citizens. They don’t have a brain eating parasite and their brain didn’t stop functioning overnight. Supposedly, even we acted like this. Although I very much doubt that. I don’t recall me ever thinking of pulling half the stunts my children have pulled. The thought of that alone makes me laugh every time. Can you imagine? Talking or acting the way your teen does? NOOOO WAYYY!!! NOPE!!!
In all seriousness though, I want to take a moment and say that this blog is supposed to take the good, the funny, the not so funny, and the downright frustrating as all get out experience of having a teenager or five (–Yikes, wherever you are, I hope you have lots of wine) in the house and make it light and fun. I hope to talk about the real things my family faces and hope they relate to someone. Show you how we deal with these ordeals while showing you we still get over things and can have fun, too.
My middle teen struggles with a form of Autism. He has low self-esteem, he has been bullied, has been living away from home for over a year, and that has been a major struggle within our family. Not many people know this. In fact, this is the first time we have said anything this publicly, but we want to be able to help even if it is just one person by sharing his struggles and victories. His story is truly amazing with the struggles he has had to overcome. He really is a beautiful person.My oldest is driving already, in a relationship, has only three years left in high school, already knows what she wants to do for college, and it scares me. Her father and I have to put on a brave face and keep moving. We are so proud of her. She makes great choices, smart intelligent choices, and has integrity. She will be posting a lot on this blog, as well. You will see a lot of her artistic side shine through. She has amazing makeup tips, tutorials, what’s hot and in, and can give your teen or really anyone of any age some great DIYs for hair masks, lips scrubs, and facial fun. She is a beautiful person.
My youngest. Man, he is something else. He is our athletic one. However, he could sit and put a 5k piece puzzle together at the age of five. It was one of balloons. When we asked him why he simply answered, ‘because’. He used to lay on the floor and try to figure out how the wheels on a chair work. An Engineer in the family? Maybe? Plus, he knows how to beat on the drums and make them sound great. He is a beautiful person.
See, my point is I have amazingly beautiful kids. I can still see that. So, please do not misinterpret my humor. Yes, it can be dry, at times. People look at me weird all the time. Like, wow did you just say that about your child. I don’t know if should give them a ‘Bill Engvall, Here’s Your Sign’ duh or just a plain ‘slap on the forehead’ duh. For instance, my youngest used to look just like the Jerry McGuire kid, Jonathan Lipnicki. In the movie, he says “a human head weighs eight pounds”.
Whenever I would respond that my 2-4 year of age child was not as smart as the child in the movie people would get mad at me. You would think they would have no qualms stoning me right there and then. Literally, take me back to biblical times and stone me to death. So, I eventually got tired of explaining to people that I didn’t think that my child was dumb. I actually started telling people that he was the next child genius and he was almost out of college. Well, not like that exactly, but you get the picture. Yes, this is the type of stuff you will have to deal with. At least from me. Well, most likely from all of us. I firmly believe you have to laugh to get through life.
Back to how this blog came to be. Every day I read blogs about plants, recipes, pets, crafts, schools, babies, home remodeling, decorating, toddlers, makeup, babies, clothes, toddlers, babies, children, young ones, stay-at-home, parents, babies, toddlers, moms with multiple young kids, couponing, kids, kids, kids, and more kids. There is nothing wrong with that. I think they are great and I even follow most, if not all of them. I’m not judging the fact that there are so many blogs about kids. I love babies, I really do. I even have a cousin/goddaughter who I spend so much time with, I practically think of her as my child.
The one thing I think is lacking in the world of blogs is a voice from the parents of teens. You see the teens doing Vlogs for other teens. Somehow, parents are lost in the translation of writing about what happens when their child hits that stage. Maybe we all are just too busy losing our minds, or maybe we are too embarrassed. Trust me there have been sometimes when I look at my husband and say, “What the heck is going on,” or he will call me and say, “Babe you are not going to believe what this kid just did.” There have been days I look at their sweet innocent faces and think to myself, ‘aww, when did you get so evil?’ Then other days, I am like why do people cry when their kids leave home? Empty nesting? Is that really a thing? Nah… Couldn’t be, it has to be a myth. Then my daughter starts ninth grade, she gets her first boyfriend, she starts Driver’s Ed, and the umbilical cord starts stretching. My gut starts feeling the knots. Parents, I am here to tell you it’s real. I do not want their evil faces to ever leave home! Father time needs to slow down! 18 years will not be long enough for them to be home and then go to college. They need to stay home forever. Then go to away to college. I love all this chaos. I love it a lot. It is our chaos and in that chaos I see beauty. TOGETHER WE WILL SURVIVE THIS BEAUTIFUL CHAOS!