I saw some teenagers tonight while I was getting some butt cream for my toddler son. It reminded me what an idiot I could be and how obnoxious I must have been at that age. Not sure why I employed the past tense there, but I digress.
I am both excited and terrified of what my son will be like as a teenager. He’s such an impressive personality sometimes. But will he end up following in my pimply, gawky oversized shoes? I was total eye broccoli. Forget the candy.
Or will he be a rebellious, back-talking freight train of hormones like most of the teens I see? Unable to render emotions let alone manners towards the people in his life.
I’m hoping he will be an upstanding citizen of the world who loves art and athletic activities equally. Someone who fights for the underdog and leads his peers with compassion and dignity. A gentleman.
Bwahahahahahahaha… Is there a chance in hell? Maybe.
If you could give one piece of advice on raising a teenager, what would it be? Post it in the comments below, would ya?
Alleviate my fears with some digital wisdom.