An elderly couple standing in a long line of teenagers, in the pouring rain, just to go on a date at the dollar theater.
A family room full of teenagers laughing out loud at an old Tim Conway and Don Knotts comedy that is not crude or vile, but simply hysterical.
Somehow mustering just barely enough composure to withstand the cruel and angry outburts of a hormonal pre-teen who loathes me and truly believes I am the worst mother in the world. Please, God. Help me endure the next five years without saying something I will regret forever and without turning my back and running out the door. I don't know if I can do this.
Oh simple things, where have you gone. I'm getting old and I need something to rely on...
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7 comments:
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I have a just turned teenage daughter,(who BTW has been hormonal since 11) and a 15 year old son.
I'm right there with ya hon!!
When you figure out the cure for not doing either, please, please let me in on it!!!
Slainte~
Rachelle
Two things my parents said to me as a teenager that I haven't forgottten
Dad said, "You have varicose veins already? You better get married quick because those are only gonna get worse."
Mom, "The only thing you are good at is doing your hair."
Ouch.
They have made up for it with the millions of nice things they have said, paying for my college and my wedding, and babysitting for me for free at the drop of a hat.
I dunno if I could keep up with writing for two blogs. Power to the Compulsive!
I love Tim Conway and Don Knotts. That type of comedy is a lost art to so many comedies these days.
Welcome rachelle. (Welcome back a payne.)
Lyle, you have discovered the other part of me. The, well, serious part, I guess. And the place where I try not to think twice about who may be reading or whether or not what I say will speak to anyone. I just write what's in my heart and/or my head.
Hi - it was your toe that attracted me here. I'm a sucker for an interesting comments ID image. I'm working on getting one so if you know how to do this would you tell me? There's a big shout for help on my blog. I'm at gledwood2.blogspot.com you're welcome to drop by. Tell me what you think. I'm a compulsive writer too. I used to write reams and reams of just ramblings ... that was an old lifetime away though ... well you can read all about that on my blog if you like. All the Best now...
Gledwood
Sometimes it's okay to run. As long as you come back. And sometimes it's even okay if you do say something regrettable. As long as you come back.
The one remark that still seems to have some power to burn a hole through me is one that came from an ailing relationship that never found healing and is now (appropriately) defunct. There have been other incoming remarks that have hurt me as much or possibly more, but the pain and even the remembrance of the details have disappeared through the "coming back" process. Regret doesn't have to be forever; it just requires the application of love and forgiveness. Sure, it's important to watch your tongue, but also, you don't have to be afraid of simply being human and having less-than-perfect responses to cruelty and hostility. People get tired! We hurt each other and with some good effort we eventually come back together.
One day your child will probably do big some regetting too over the anger of these moments. That regret also won't last, because you'll be there to help it heal.
Oh, just listen to me—what a guru! You already know all of this!
No, I don't think I did. My parents, though they loved me, never told me they were sorry.
It's something I've worked to improve upon. But it's good to be reminded that it's OK. I'm OK.
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