Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Good GOD is this the TWEENS?
Either that or an alien came in the night and took my child and replaced him with a moody, angry, easily frustrated version of himself.
Coen is becoming a tween.
He even asked when he would be old enough to have his own laptop as he deftly maneuvered around my mom's, never having been taught, just somehow knowing how.
So here it is. My child is getting very frustrated and annoyed with me, with his sister, with Tad. He's having trouble controlling the energy in his body at school and I'm getting countless reports from his teacher about disruptiveness, excessive silliness. But never unkindness. So I know he's still in there. He torments his sister and then yells "I KNOW!!! Jeez!" When I tell him that he needs to stop. He breaks down crying over the suggestion that it's nearly homework time but pulls away when I try to hug him.
So, I must prepare myself. Here are the steps I shall take:
1. Grow thicker skin
2. Remember to honor more requests of "Mom, will you play with me?" Because those are getting fewer and farther between
3. Laugh. It's hilarious.
So, my friends with similarly aged children: Strap yourselves in to this roller coaster called Parenthood and get ready for a hormones filled, moody, broody thrill ride. Let's remember, we went through it too. And call me for lunch. We'll need to commiserate.