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Just Needed A Moment

Damn the teenage years are hard!  First let me start by saying I have a pretty amazing kid.  He is funny, sweet, handsome, thoughtful, talented, loving, cool and so forth and so on...He's awesome!

But, back to my original thought, raising a teenager is so hard.  It's hard for me because i'm continually grappling with the good cop, bad cop.  Struggling because I've been  putting my foot down about so many things i'm finding that the soles of my feet are ache from the pressure.  Man I miss the toddler years when his wants, needs & discipline were simple and usually one dimensional.

I hate to use my single momma card, but i'm using it!  I am the total provider.  I am the one that makes things happen.  I am the one that has to make all the decisions from what's for breakfast to what high school to what the consequences should be when he steps way out of line, to figuring out what if a home remedy makes more sense than a doctor to where to find the motivation not to quit. Promise, i'm not whining...a ton, I just need to vent or maybe to remember that I have an amazing teenage boy who chose me to guide him through this journey.

He does amaze me...He also helps me to see myself...my amazing self.



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