This is the account of one mom who has been failing miserably at parenting a teen.
Do you remember what it was like to be a young teen? I must admit that I just vaguely remember bits and pieces from my early teen years. I remember thinking how my parents didn't understand me. I remember thinking "I'm going to remember everything! I'm going to be such a cool mom when I have kids because I'm going to remember the things my parents did that I really hated"
Ha! Nothing could be further from that truth. I just don't remember that well any more and quite possibly, all the things I thought were my parents mistakes, really weren't.
Raising a teen (she is 15) is super scary and very emotional. I'm constantly worried that I'm ruining her and always wondering if she will make the right choices at the right times.
Transitioning from making all major choices for your child, to letting them make a lot of their own, is very unsettling. My mind floods with an explosion of questions: is she going to be able to stand up to peer pressure, will she tell me if she makes a bad choice, are her friends influencing her negatively, am I giving her to much reign, am NOT giving her enough reign? These are all great questions that should indeed be given some thought; but when these questions become fear driven, our actions can become hurtful.
My daughter, Mariah, spends a lot of time with her best friend. I'd say they are typical 15 years olds. I love that she has such a close friend to share her joys and sorrows with. She recently stayed at her friends for a couple days and today she came home. I knew she had taken some money with her that she had gotten for her birthday. I almost told her not to take it but I figured she would be responsible with it, especially since she knew I had planed to take her shopping over spring break.
When we got home I said "I hope you didn't spend that money". She gave me 'the look'. I angrily demanded to know what she spent it on. Her first words were "food" I was SO angry. I thought to myself, how could she do that? That money was for her to buy something nice for herself and she has nothing to show for it now! I validated my fearful thoughts that maybe her friends were influencing her poorly. I raised my voice and angrily replied "Seriously? Food? I was going to take you shopping! That's it! You're not going to Emma's any more!" She ran to her room, slammed the door and started crying.
Sadly, I wasn't remorseful right away. I immediately logged onto her Facebook to try and justify my feelings that she was making poor choices. After searching and not really finding anything to warrant her life being in shambles, I decided to go to the source. After all, I wasn't just angry about the money, I was jealous that she spends so much time with her friends and not me. I went to her room and pretended to be cleaning while she sat in silence with red puffy eyes. After ten mins of that I finally just said it "why would you spend $50 on food?!?!" Trying not to cry she said "I didn't just buy food. I donated half of the money to kids who have cancer." I felt so small, I felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. If I had only listened. If I wasn't so concerned with looking like a bad parent I might have handled this in an honoring way. I had to choke back the tears. I had been so consumed with fearful thoughts of how she's managing her choices that I made hasty unjustified conclusions that could have easily been put at ease if I had just taken the time to talk to her.
We had a nice long talk after that about her life and what she's been up to and what she sees for her future. I am going to make it a priority to always try my best to listen to the facts and not let fearful thoughts dictate my decisions.
God is always in control and I will give him my children's lives and pray for them, with them, for as long as I'm their mama.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:34
Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?
Luke 12:25
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
