Posts Tagged ‘raising children is hard’
God, I forgot how much drama is involved in raising a 13 year old. I must have completely banished from my memory so I wouldn’t be curled up in the fetal position, awaiting the day that was coming.
Because nothing is easy with a 13 year old boy. I can’t speak for 13 year old girls, but I’ve heard it isn’t much better. I understand raging hormones, changing bodies. Blah, blah, blah. It doesn’t really make the situation any easier.
Long ago my sister-in-law told me that the boys enter middle school your little angels, immediately morph into giant devils, and then come out of eighth grade once again resembling the child you had before middle school. It has been so true with all my boys!
Today was the final event of my Mother’s Day/birthday-a-rama–the planting of the flowers. Every year we plant flowers. This year Aaron helped…
OK, “helped” isn’t the actual word to use what ensued. It involves a lot of adjectives best represented by shift key symbols (e.g., %$&(&(%$@*))&^%$%). Suddenly struck by an incredible weakness that involved his giant boy body–he’s getting so big!–he was unable to carry six packs of petunias to the garage from the turbo mini van. Plus he apparently was walking through wet cement or quick sand because his feet were unable to move faster than a snail’s.
There was whining, crying, sobbing, and complaining. Mostly from Jim and I, because Aaron was completely unaware that he was annoying. Even though we told him every five minutes.
His rally cry of the day was, “Are you mad at me?!” Said in a completely incredulous voice. Apparently the teeth gnashing and yelling wasn’t getting the message through.
Finally he was grounded for life, placed into a chair, and Jim and I moved quickly through the over-abundance of plants for the year. I, who has The Syndrome (aka Sjogren’s Syndrome), was quite capable of carrying multiple packs of flowers through the yard. If it wasn’t for the damn sun (I need to avoid it or suffer dire consequences as I am now) I could have done it all myself.
Honestly, I don’t know if Aaron is truly more annoying than the twins ever were. Or if Jim and I are just to damn old to parent a 13-year old…
Right now I’m voting for the oldness…