February 16, 2014

What It's Like To Be The Mom of a Teenager


The first thing Noah did as a thirteen year old was get his little brother a glass of water in the wee hours of the morning and help him through a coughing fit. I awoke and whispered to him a sleepy thank you and Happy Birthday as I shuffled Gray into a steamy bathroom.

He's one of the helpers.

He told me the other day that he's happy when other people are happy. And that's who he is and I love it but also hate to know he bears that curse, too.

And so I thought now was as good a time as any to journal my motherhood thoughts, on just what it's like to be the mom of a teenager. Truthfully, I think it's really funny. It makes me laugh. I don't really feel any different.

I did take a nap today and slept like I'd just given birth. Deep and healthy rest, relieved... and readying for what's still to come.

Then my five year old fell asleep in my arms tonight, unexpectedly and yet, so very right on time. I held her for a long long while.

9 comments:

  1. What I love about your writing (and always have) is that you can say beautiful things so neatly and succinctly when it would take me five times as many words to convey a similar thought. I love this post so much.

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  2. Beautiful....Noah is an Angel on earth. And your dad said "we are now grandparents to a teenager"

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  3. Awww. What a darling boy. And what a sweet, heart-melting post. Love.

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  4. Lovely to see him grow into a great boy, that's what I always hope will happen with my little guys.

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  5. I love your writing style, Steph. It's distinctive - and beautiful.

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  6. My Natalie turns 13 this summer; we are on such parallel tracks. And I agree with everything about this post: I'm not scared of the teen years. I invite them. Watching my children grow and mature is one of the deepest joys of my life.

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  7. I hope one day when he's much, much older, he'll happen upon this post and get a fresh peek at how much you love him, how well you know him.

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  8. I totally understand the blessing and curse of seeing the humanitarian in your child. Pride mixed with the dread of knowing what an emotional road he has ahead.

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  9. I totally understand the blessing and curse of seeing the humanitarian in your child. Pride mixed with the dread of knowing what an emotional road he has ahead.

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