I asked Dan (finishing up his first semester of college) what he wanted for Christmas. After some hemming and hawwing, he admitted he would really love a second set of sheets. Sniff!!! My baby is all growed up! In the end, they all grow up – for real. And when they do, it’s easier to like them again.
It doesn’t get easier, it just gets different. I often hear from people who have boys asking me when it gets easier. I don’t know, I’m still waiting to find out. Now some things come easier to people than other things. For instance, potty training did not bother me too much. However, nagging preteens to floss between their braces made my blood pressure sky rocket.
I’m still trying to find a balance with television and movies – most of what they like to watch (Mythbusters, stoopid cartoons, etc) are okay once or twice, but, mostly, these days, I find myself knitting and listening to a book on tape. I’m not willing to let the kids have full tv access in their own rooms, so that’s a price I pay.
It’s funny, when my mom was my age, I was getting married. Now, I have friends who are my age and still dealing with young kids. I think in your 40’s you have more patience, but you also need a lot more sleep! It’s tricky. And, if you’re dealing with teenagers, you’re just tired all the time. They can be extraordinarily fun, but then, they can also drive or go off with friends who drive and you worry that they might be too much fun. And, funny thing, most teens are not going out for early bird specials or twilight movies, so you, the old parent, end up waiting and waiting and waiting.
I think the whole parenting thing is exhausting no matter when you start or where you finish. We all have a plan for our kid(s) and it’s amazing how they manage to foil those plans. Just when you conquer one hurdle, a new one is presented. And, somehow, you manage to climb that mountain. In the meantime, you just hang on, know when you’re right, admit when you’re wrong and move to the next level. It’s a long and painful real-life video game. But, I think there is a light at the end of the tunnel . . .