My oldest turned 19, last week <----- seeing that in writing makes the fact that I am now a mother of a 19 year old all the more WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM A MOTHER OF A 19 YEAR OLD <----- seeing that in UPPERCASE pretty much sums up what I feel about THAT, in a nutshell.
It's not like I didn't see it coming, either. I mean, 2 out of 4 my kids have stopped growing out of their clothes for a couple of years now. Still, WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM A MOTHER OF A 19 YEAR OLD?!?
I mean, it's not like I don't know where the time has gone, take one look at me and it's pretty obvious I am someone's mom...most especially, from the neck down...DAMMIT. If you were to ask me to explain what raising kids is like, I would probably tell you that it's sort of like going through bootcamp.
Parenting teenagers, on the other hand, is like going through bootcamp...24/7...naked. Still, I just don't know if I'm doing it right.
Until, I look around me and...well...then I think to myself...SELF!!!...does it really matter?
Yes, it is messy and there are pieces of my children literally flung ALL over this house (seriously, follow the trail of wet towels and you will find a kid, most likely my son) don't even get me started on ALL the empty glasses, I mean the kitchen is literally 20 steps away from...well...everywhere.
Aaaaaand, no matter where you turn, there is a kid nearby (sometimes, not even mine) most likely ignoring the fact that they should probably be doing their homework.
You would think, after 19 years of motherhood, I would have this parenting thing ALL figured out by now...right?!?
Today, however, I am pretty sure of one thing: the fact that my kids choose to ignore their homework...while hanging out with me...well, for this I am truly thankful.
I just wanted to put that in writing...you know...for whenever I step on another wet towel or find an empty glass...or twenty...lying around and I forget.
Never fear, my friends, because I'll probably be back to NOT doing it right tomorrow and most likely right into the new year...because the Mayans are totally wrong...DAMMIT!
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