tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post116930104408264959..comments2023-09-27T07:53:54.442-05:00Comments on Momhood: Being the Bee in the BonnetKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08377271954635491241noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169594028801945292007-01-23T17:13:00.000-06:002007-01-23T17:13:00.000-06:00Oh the way of life when one is living with teenage...Oh the way of life when one is living with teenagers.....it's like having Dr. Jeykell and Mr. Hyde for dinner, all the time, everyday...God I love prozac! I admire you patience and your wisdom. I too never knew I could be so annoying, ignorant and beastly...yes that's what my daughter told me the other day. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Something tells me to hang in there though, it's part of that "unconditional" stuff we brought with us from the gene pool. Keep up the good work my friend. Thought I was due for a visit. Happy New Year!<BR/>Toodles, <BR/>MaryanneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169421094540721492007-01-21T17:11:00.000-06:002007-01-21T17:11:00.000-06:00I don't know. I mean that, really - I don't know. ...I don't know. I mean that, really - I don't know. They didn't come with an instruction book or a switch - I can't just turn them off when they irritate me. Yes, my kids sometimes irritate me. Lots of people irritate me though, so maybe it's me!!<BR/><BR/>My youngest is 17 and I guess he has had the opportunity to watch his brothers pass through everything he will. Plus, as a long-haired, Harley riding freelance writer, I am the textbook "cool dad." Except when I say "no," of course!<BR/><BR/>Nice post - <BR/><BR/>Via Michele's,<BR/><BR/>MikeMichael K. Althousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07726807939923761538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169420954007875032007-01-21T17:09:00.000-06:002007-01-21T17:09:00.000-06:00I hear you, Karen. The reason I decided never to h...I hear you, Karen. The reason I decided never to have children is that I remember very well what I was like as a teen and there's no way I was ever going to endure that from the other side. I'd kill the kid! Parents get my sympathy and admiration for being willing (and foolish enough, perhaps) to endure that kind of abuse from their kids. I hope the joys of parenthood are worth these years of teen-aggravation, Karen! LOL My Mom tells me that it's worth it--but she just wants more grandkids!<BR/><BR/>Michele suggested I wander over to witness your pain, Karen. It'll get better!utenzihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15988445461413550750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169390839621216112007-01-21T08:47:00.000-06:002007-01-21T08:47:00.000-06:00Yep, it's why you're there for sure. Give her afe...Yep, it's why you're there for sure. Give her afew yeasr adn she will truly appreciate how great you'ver been. I know looking back I appreciate all that my parents did for me (though they were lame at times, no question!) :-)<BR/><BR/>Being a teenager is rough, but so is being the mom of one.<BR/><BR/>Here from Michele's to rassure you that you seem to be doing great.Bobkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11842625953465490864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169365022107692602007-01-21T01:37:00.000-06:002007-01-21T01:37:00.000-06:00You're such a good mom! Hang in there ... it'll ge...You're such a good mom! Hang in there ... it'll get better.xxxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16348725618072239708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169332156938110502007-01-20T16:29:00.000-06:002007-01-20T16:29:00.000-06:00I'm not sure if I should break this to you or not....I'm not sure if I should break this to you or not.... being even further along on the scale of life with an almost 21 year old.. but here goes.<BR/><BR/>It gets even more complicated when they leave home. At first you pine for them then little by little your life actually becomes your own again and you begin to enjoy little quiet moments when you can speak your mind again. Then... they come home. Some of the irritation they once had in your presence is gone and you think... ah... home free. But, these are replaced by new and VERY STRANGE ones. And now they come and go and well... it leaves you completely confused, but ready for them to be on your own. <BR/><BR/>This time I don't think it has anything to do with any type of low self-esteem, unless it is on my end.<BR/><BR/>Wisdom has to come with age... doesn't it?<BR/><BR/>Here from Michele.srphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11751987787364198318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169332103179396362007-01-20T16:28:00.000-06:002007-01-20T16:28:00.000-06:00I'm not sure if I should break this to you or not....I'm not sure if I should break this to you or not.... being even further along on the scale of life with an almost 21 year old.. but here goes.<BR/><BR/>It gets even more complicated when they leave home. At first you pine for them then little by little your life actually becomes your own again and you begin to enjoy little quiet moments when you can speak your mind again. Then... they come home. Some of the irritation they once had in your presence is gone and you think... ah... home free. But, these are replaced by new and VERY STRANGE ones. And now they come and go and well... it leaves you completely confused, but ready for them to be on your own. <BR/><BR/>This time I don't think it has anything to do with any type of low self-esteem, unless it is on my end.<BR/><BR/>Wisdom has to come with age... doesn't it?<BR/><BR/>Here from Michele.srphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11751987787364198318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169325138314823912007-01-20T14:32:00.000-06:002007-01-20T14:32:00.000-06:00I think you are on the right track. Everything co...I think you are on the right track. Everything comes to he who waits. Wait till she leaves home and misses her Mom. Michelle sent me.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169321687071101152007-01-20T13:34:00.000-06:002007-01-20T13:34:00.000-06:00Ah, that's a hard thing to do. :) *imaginary hugs!...Ah, that's a hard thing to do. :) *imaginary hugs!* Hang in there...I know my mom and I had our troubles, much like the ones you describe. But I grew up, and now we get along famously. :)<BR/><BR/>Hello from Michele's!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169309599755197712007-01-20T10:13:00.000-06:002007-01-20T10:13:00.000-06:00You're gonna make me cry!You're gonna make me cry!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169305576725314412007-01-20T09:06:00.000-06:002007-01-20T09:06:00.000-06:00Oh, Karen, you are SO smart! I noticed this:"That’...Oh, Karen, you are SO smart! <BR/><BR/>I noticed this:"That’s when it hit me. What I remember was that my crabbiness was borne out of incredibly low self-esteem. I had a nice childhood, but I had not much confidence and so I hurt the ones I loved….or at least those that would take it" <BR/><BR/>That describes me to a tee - at the age of 13-14-15. Luckily, I got better and I am sure she will too.kenjuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342414519714356343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169304886440877402007-01-20T08:54:00.000-06:002007-01-20T08:54:00.000-06:00Does your sister read your blog? If not, she shoul...Does your sister read your blog? If not, she should, because this is yet another example of your extreme parental wisdom.<BR/><BR/>Your daughter will read it too, someday, and will smile that she had such an insightful mother.<BR/><BR/>Great to see you again, Karen. I hope you're having a warm and comfy day with your family.carmilevyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169303823494347532007-01-20T08:37:00.000-06:002007-01-20T08:37:00.000-06:00Very nicely written! I've got three teens - 13, 1...Very nicely written! I've got three teens - 13, 16, 19 (the 13 is the girl) - and they each have their moments of looking at me as if I'm from another planet. Sometimes I try a little too hard, I know. But, like you, I'm trying to learn to just enjoy the time.Emhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14063254538593495040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7207449.post-1169301746942876562007-01-20T08:02:00.000-06:002007-01-20T08:02:00.000-06:00Your daughter's comment about if there was anyone ...Your daughter's comment about if there was anyone else available was hilarious!<BR/><BR/>Michele sent me here.Jean-Luc Picardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262noreply@blogger.com