In many ways, we are all teenagers. Some of us grow out of it, and others don’t. Priestley is quite right when he observes that teens are a product of their environment. We planted the seeds, nurtured them and let them grow.
Most of us parents “never signed up for this.” In fact, no one asked us to sign anything. And yet, we’re bound, legally, morally, emotionally and mentally, to our offspring and our never-ending responsibilities on the home front.
Parenting, I find, is like trying to lasso a shooting star! I had a minor epiphany recently when I picked up my son from school. It wasn’t like the elation you feel when your toast lands butter side up. No, this was much deeper than that.
“Be happy. Stop being who you are!” These words came not from a parent or counsellor. These were uttered by my 11-year-old daughter, who tried to get me out of a funk recently. She’s quite astute, even though she’s still struggling with pre-teen emotions and doesn’t really have a handle on grown-up issues.
How do we know that we’ve done our job well? As a parent, at what point do we take credit for our handiwork?
Children. Seemed like such a good idea we had three of them. What were we thinking?
We had thought that growing up, becoming adults and assuming the responsiblity of home ownership came with certain perks. As kids, we all wanted to be “king of the castle.”
It’s easy for adults to criticize the current generation of 20-somethings. I may have been overheard as saying I’m a little reticent leaving our future in hands of these youngsters.