Anything that falls under the toddler years, to me, are time consuming but not "parent" consuming. Meaning - (well hopefully the time consuming part is self-explanatory) as a parent not all of your brain cells are required to parent a two-year old! Seriously, the litany of "don't touch that honey, you'll burn yourself" and "hey, come back here" really aren't a big deal. Yes, you get tired of being a parrot,
I've found that parenting teenagers requires one to pull out all the stops, especially in brain cell output requirement. Not only are you parent, but you need to be soothsayer, spy, all sorts of instructors, zoo keeper, cool friend, and well, the list goes on too long to keep going.
I've heard people say that when their kids hit the teen years they are cleared for take off. I can't tell you how untrue that statement is on so many levels. The second they hit teen number of any kind is when the switch gets flipped into "I'm invincible" and the "I know everything" modes. The attitudes become flippant and grating and all of a sudden the parent is on full scramble mode. This is the time when they are truly facing something that could impact the rest of their lives and quite possibly destroy it in one unfortunate, misinformed, unguided decision. Teen drinking, driving, pregnancy, drug use, stds, holy cow, I just don't want to add any more to this list but rest assured it's not remotely done.
I am not in any way suggesting that you lock your kid up,
I take my one true, full time, never ending job so seriously there are days when my heart aches in terror for my children and for myself. Am I strong enough, smart enough, do I love my kids enough to do pull this off? How the hell am I supposed to help them navigate so many terrors in the world today? (No, not the war kind just the average backyard teen kind) Have I given them enough tools to stand on their own as responsible adults heading out on their own?
I don't have the answers to those questions, I really don't, but what I do have is the wear-with-all to try, and the understanding to know that I have to keep trying...even when its me, the parent, that fails.
