Okay–I’ll confess…I originally wanted to title this article “I love them, but sometimes I want to kill them” but I was a little concerned that someone would take me too seriously and I’d have Child Protective Services showing up on my doorstep.
Please don’t call the authorities…I really do love my teenagers (with all of my heart!) and would never ever want any harm to come to them. My boys are the absolute joys of my life and are by far my proudest accomplishment. They are however, teens and with that comes a whole new set of rules for an entirely different ballgame.
As a mom to two teenage sons, of course there are times when I get nostalgic and miss the days when I could just scoop up my babies and smother them with kisses while they giggled and wriggled in my arms. I get a lump in my throat every time I browse through their baby pics and see their pudgy little baby bellies and cherubic toddler grins. I miss the days when I, as their mama, was the center of their universe and they delighted in my love and affection.