Teen, Spleen, Bo-Bean
Teens are hard and I’m hoping rewarding. No, I know they are. I have a 14 year old son. He is smart, funny, kind, clever, silly, and every now and then insufferable. My sweet birght eye baby is now a fuming, sulking, beligerant, young man. This has been the hardest year so far.
It seems that I am always wrong now. He isn’t afraid to let me know either. It’s not just me. He’s hard on his Dad too. I know he is learning to differentiate himself. I know all the stuff about developmental landmarks, and maturity. I miss being needed and hugged and all that.
Still, I follow his lead. He needs to pull away a little more, so be it. It has rewarded me with a smile, a joke, and a few hugs. This year he’ll turn 15 and next year he’ll be driving. Ugh! I love him and I’m so proud of the teen that he is. I look forward to young man he’s becoming.
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