Selfish. Moody. Aloof yet extremely family oriented at times. Artistically gifted and talented. I love him beyond life itself but sometimes I don't like him very much. Sorry ladies. I know this would be the PERFECT waiting to exhale-male bashing-wave your hands in the air-type moment, but it isnt. We'll save that for another blog. I'm talking about my son. My seed. My Shaka Zulu in training. My testosterone-fueled-puberty stricken-offspring. I love being a parent. It's molded and shaped me into the woman that I am today. (Needle scratching on a record).Hold up. Wait a damn minute. Doesnt this sound like an excerpt straight from the pages of Parenting Today magazine? Yes, to hell it does!!!!!! I'm sorry yall. The families in those mags are NOT my reality.
Their reality:
My reality:
By societal standards, our family doesnt quite fit within the lines of what most would consider the "norm." My oldest child was diagnosed as being schizo-affective. My youngest child is autistic. My other 2 children just seem to fit in wherever they can .
My 15 y.o.(who this blog is about) and I have recently reached a pivotal point in our mother-son kinship. I had to be the bad guy, and temporarily take everything away from him that was fun and pleasure inducing. No, it's not because I was trying to be mean. It's because he did something really terrible. He had to be punished, right? As part of his prison sentence I took away his most prized possessions. As a result, he told me that I wasnt taking his things away from him. You know at this point, I don't think he realized how close he was to tasting the skin from my back hand swing.
I took a couple of deep cleansing breaths. I looked up at my son (hey, the boy is 6'0) and I calmly said "watch this." I took his invaluables and disposed of them using a bathtub and some steamy hot water. At this juncture, I dusted my hands off and thought that would be the end of it. Hmmm. My 15 y.o. timebomb went in the bedroom and guess what he did?
Bad boys, bad boys
What you gone do?
What you gone do when they come for you?
You got it. In about 15 minutes who do you think came knocking at my door like they were breaking up an international drug trading ring? My son told 5-0 that I had taken his property unauthorized and destroyed it.(I purchased these items yet he calls them HIS property.) Isnt that a crime he asked? What in the name of cheese eggs is going on here?
HOW SHOULD OUT OF CONTROL TEENS BE HANDLED?
TEENS THAT ARE ESPECIALLY LARGER AND TALLER THAN YOU?
Got to your blog by way of NWSO's feature. I don't have answer to your question, mainly because I'm not a parent and I'm only a year older than what is considered teenagehood. All I can say is that this isn't the worst of it. Especially since he's a boy. It sounds as though he's at that "talk back and let your parent know who's the boss" stage. Hopefully you find a method that helps.
Great posts by the way.