Who is this Kid?
Little One returned home the other night with a manner similar to that of a puppy who knows he did wrong by crapping in the corner and strewing garbage through the house. I was in the bath and heard voices, then Big Guy came upstairs.
“Do you know who’s downstairs?”
“Um, no. Do you know?”
“I thought I was talking to Jenn, but I don’t know this kid. This kid smiled at me. She complemented my shirt. She talked to me!!!”
I sighed and sunk farther into the bubbles.
It’s true. She did her chores without (much) reminding and even cleared the table (not her usual chore) for us when we had to run off to meetings and band rehearsal. She’s been cheerful and sweet and even hugged me.
If I think about it rationally, forgetting the fact that a teen’s capacity for reason is pretty small at this point, I would guess she feels ashamed for her big blow-up and rush to her father’s house. In fact, she only goes to see her father when things are uncomfortable here.
However, it’s difficult for me to keep from hardening my heart against further rejection and pain. I don’t think I’ve ever needed God more than I do right now.
Published by angelawd on June 12th, 2008 tagged Mom of Teens
June 12th, 2008 at 5:33 pm
the hardening the heart thing - yeah, that’s the problem…I mean, how much hurt can one mother take?
June 13th, 2008 at 2:34 am
I’m so glad for her that she came home, Angela. You can do this, I know you can.
And……..Happy happy birthday tomorrowwwwwww. It came up in my notification, so if it’s wrong, I’m not insane, I just read it. But happy birthday anyway, because it’ll be your birthday sometime ..but I think tomorrow! Make a wish for me too, if you think of it! xoxoxo
June 13th, 2008 at 3:40 am
Angela,
Parenting teens is incredibly difficult. May God touch your relationship with your daughter.