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Why does Mothering my teen make me feeling like I have a hangover ! Love without Conditions: The Madness of Parenting A Teen |
It's a strange age. It seems that my futile warrior like effort to support her through the years at times goes unnoticed. I am the most unappreciated mom. I have thought about going on Strike. I try, but she has had me since her first hello. Well coo and of course recognition of me as mama. It is those little moments where I get a glimpse of the way we were. Last night she asked me to rub her back and shoulders. I have given my daughter massages since she was an infant. This is a favorite past time. This is a signal to me (mommy)that she does want to feel close to me. The massages these days are to grind out the pain from Varsity Soccer, so it's not much of a loving experience really. It is all about feeling like I can do the job to make her feel better. Overall, this age has me feeling like a very misplaced mom. I had everything down until the terrible teens. I even had step children at one time, so I thought this would be the mom and daughter best friends and super close age. I must of forgotten the terror of my step children somehow and what I put my mom through. Most likely, I figured with my amazing parenting that it would never happen to me and my daughter would be a perfect angel.
I feel like anything could happen. I live in fear, what is not to worry about. Let's see the possibilities: soccer injury, car wreck, pregnancy, drugs, alcohol, bad grades, not getting into college or not being able to afford one, where she is and who she is with, if she is going to get ill, if she is eating enough, etc. It's a nightmare really. No wonder I can be in need of a good escape and may seem a bit in la la land at times. The babes are in the woods before they are ready and the worst part is they really believe they know what is up. "Chill mom", are her famous teen words. I find it abnoxiousI feel completely neurotic and I drink more wine than ever just to tone down the intensity of the experience. She has never seen her mother drink more than a glass of wine. When I do she says, "you are becoming an alcoholic". It's hard to relax and have that glass of wine in peace when she is around. Once we went camping when she was a kid, I was sneaking a beer, so she would not see me. She ran after me like she was the parent and said, "mom stop drinking beard"! I did not correct her and say "beer honey, it's beer and you will never sip this EVER!"Of course I put it down after one sip and said, "no mommy doesn't want to drink any beard, I just had a sip". Yikes! I felt like I was in big trouble that day. How did she know what Beard was anyway?
My world with her seemed to change once she turned 17. She does everything in her room with the door closed. I just knock a few times, to let her know I could come in at any moment so be prepared! She has a computer, TV and pretty much eats and drinks in there now. I am constantly telling her to "be careful of the red carpet (whoops Freudian slip - WHITE CARPET!) I was in the clear as a mom until her last birthday. She became too good for me on that very day. She only wanted a sophisticated Houston's dinner and had no idea what she wanted for a gift. I decided a NOOK that is what she needs. For months, the Nook sat and then suddenly after I decided to use it since she had no interest, I downloaded all my books and the Nook was gone. She decided she had a new love for it. She took it on road trips and was stored it in her room. I try to sneak a peak at it here and there just to finish reading my books, but that's a lost cause since often the Nook is missing. Nearly $300, but "chill mom, I will find it, I might have left it at so and so's or my dad's". No biggie, as always.
Soon, like most parents I will be supporting her through college. She has no desire to work and I am in support of this because I want her to enjoy college and I feel why should she weather herself so soon. I worked two jobs from 14 on. You think I would expect it, but no one helped me through college so I never received my degree. I had to survive and I paid my own way, no loans, no family support or anything. I made it through Cosmetology School this way as well. It has been a long road. I want my daughter to focus on her education and enjoy life. I can only hope she has some compassion for me someday and the sacrifices I made for her to live the life of the rich and famous, while I hold my cup out and put my clothes away in my one old marital four drawer dresser that matches NOTHING else in the room, while she basks in her room with Bollywood's finest boutique dressers that cost me a fortune.
Most days, I am the invisible mom and only appear when she needs money. I think she strangely likes me being around, but yet we are not to discuss anything. EVERYTHING is a sore subject. It is a bit PMSish only hers seems to now be year round. I am on egg shells tip toeing around her and try to be sooo careful how I say and do things, but dam, everything is "annoying" and I need to just "chill". Not one approach works. I say "good morning" and I get "mom,
I don't like to talk in the morning, you are usually sleeping, I am in my routine, go back to bed". I say, "have you eaten?" and it never fails that "there is no food in the house". We always have lots of food in the house, it just NEVER is what she eats, of course. Her father is always delivering something here and claiming she is starving. When she uses the "I need to chill" crap on me, even though I was not even stresed out at the time she said it for the 100th time, I suddenly am stressed out and when my stress escalates she responds with, "you see mom, this is why I don't like talking to you.!" I loved the baby stage...easy peasy for you new parents. Just wait. They grow horns.
I am actually excited she will be leaving for college. Is that wrong? It is all about ME ME ME! Oh, what I will buy for myself with all the excess cash!...I have worked so hard to get where I am today! But, now I am secretly thinking whoo hoo it's finally going to be the Michelle Show!!!! hehehe hahaha as I rub my hands. The best is when she says, "you never paid any attention to me before and suddenly now you are trying to control my life." Trust me parents, everything you do will be dismissed so don't try so hard. Miss one school function and you NEVER do anything. Some days she walks in the house and just gives hand gestures and one word sentences like she is a cave woman, "food"..."money", or two word sentences on occasion "dog out of room". She has no clue what effort it is to raise a child as a single mom and to deal with her father, the tyrannt who in her cell phone is BIG DADDY and I found out my phone number is under "naggy bitch". Talk about a dagger in my heart. Do not think I didn't have a psychotic episode when I saw that! I threw luggage on top of the pile in her room and said, you go to Big Daddy. She freaked out and said she did not think I would really want her to leave. Of course, I did not, but I made it clear that my name was BANK OF AMERICA not "naggy bitch"
This is the little girl, I see as my Angel. It was cute tonight when I said, "do you know why I put Angels in your room" and she said, "because you always told me I was your little angel". booo hoooo, where is the tissue. I loved that she knew that.
As she has matured, I have lost my little baby who became mommy's little girl who looked to me for the answers and solutions. She was my shorty. She was a great support while I was competing and would pat me on the hip/butt area and let me know I had a little too much extra. She would show me how to pose correctly with her teeny tiny muscles and sit in the audience like a proud little girl with her glasses. She did have a panic attack once when I dyed my hair red, she stood up on the bus and looked at me like who the hell is this and walked off the bus saying, "your not my mom". She could not get whey I would do such a thing to my hai. She has always been very honest, but at least she adored me. Now she thinks parents are for the little people and that it is best I just coexist with her in quiet and just say okay to everything she needs.
I feel like I live in her house and somehow I am using the wrong closet since she behaves as if my clothes and jewelry are also hers. It does save me money though so I let that slide too. So I am told by friends and family that this is all normal. Those who lack teens or have no children at all find this to be totally unacceptable. My dermatologist gave me a book called "Leave me alone, but First Take Me and Cheryl to the Mall". I thought he was joking! I never really read much of the book, the title itself was enough information for me! I just needed to know I was not the only bad parent out there and that this is more about teenhood. I JUST WANT TO CUT THROUGH THE CHASE & SHOUT! "WHAT IS UP"? Are you drinking, doing drugs or making out? Teens will give you no clues and you really are not suppose to shout and know what to get angry about and what not to. Good luck to any parent who seriously tries to be the perfect parent and get this right. They deliberately like to leave you suffering. There is no rhyme or reason for their mood swings. They just act moody because somehow it means "independent". She has caught me online searching for answers and in comes the evil little voice, "mom, you think you can just look up stuff on line about me?".
I could sit here all day in battle. Let's see what the phenomenal mess in her room, the unflushed toilet, the constant evil tone, the clothes on the bathroom floor, the lights left on, the not walking the pug she wanted for 9 years or anything to do with really, it's her tone when she speaks to me, her lack of motivation to complete her college apps and essays's before I panic, it's the not getting up on time for her first class and missing her meals...seriously, where do I begin? Yet, she claims in tears when we have a real blow up, "I am a good girl mom, you can ask anyone, what do I do that is so awful, people at my school are much much worse". Geez, do I really need to know that? Why am I not on xanex!?
The truth is despite the fact I am now living with a bandit, who claims she has nothing of mine only to find it stuffed in the back of her closet a year later. I do count my blessings! I was much much worse. I think I would know if she had a lot of shinanigans going on, now wouldn't I? I'm told by others how sweet, helpful and wonderful she is? I've come across love notes between her and her boyfriend that bring tears to my eyes. I love the way they communicate. Then she sees that I opened a letter and didn't close it in just the right way, so I am told again to please respect her privacy and that it is non of my business. Even through I just wanted to say, "right on kid, great letter, you guys are amazing" as tears well up in my mind about how my baby is growing up.
I had to learn some uncool things that I do that "no other parent does" like: waving at her at soccer games, or walking up to her when she is at a football game on the stands with her friend". Whenever I see her do well at things, I get so emotional because..."that's my girl"!!! I can't believe how many fans she has and they too are cheering her on. Do they even know that I am the diminished mother who really is in her life although it may not seem that way.
This week it was a walk in the park: Only the car battery died, no money, no lunch, forgot soccer clothes, almost starved to death when I gave her $5. I needs this, needs that for Homecoming. The dress was a mere $180 (for the love of grace! Rain down on me god with some serious cash soon)...it's like a tornado with no warning when she comes spiraling in and out of the house tearing up everything in sight. At times I do lose it. I will never forget the day when Kailey was small and I was so angry that she said, "I'm scarred, who are you?", in total fear. I was going to throw her bed out the window. (We were 15 stories high). I was overwhelmed, as most mom's supposedly easily are when you find everything under their beds in the room that is suppose to be Feng Shui and the Wealth part of the home. She looked at me very seriously when I told her about Feng Shui, "mom I am concerned about you? I think you need to get out more! Do you really believe that if we clear out undernearth my bed and clean my room CHACHING money is just gonna fall from the sky? That is never going to happen mom"...She talked me out of the big bed toss from the sky rise and also said, "If you do that the GRAND (the name of the building) is going to be very mad at you". I thought, "Ya think?" We then ended up laughing.
One night I went out with friends and I had one too many. I needed a little extra sleep. Little miss caught drinking her "beard" as she once called it, was caught drinking with alcohol on her breath herself and got punished for it. She decided it was paybacks for the hell I put her through. She made sure to tape me on the webcam, take photos and talking to me nonstop. She told me how awful I smelled. All I could say is, "I am not feeling good today" and she sarcastically said, "mmmhhmmm". Is it only my child who enjoys the art of torture?
And the journey continues...I can only hope when she goes off to college and makes her way in the world she remembers her mom was so tired, cranky at times, overwhelmed, made some bad choices, suffered from premature senior moments, lived with stress and anxiety for one reason...because I loved her and desperately did all I could to make a home for her. It all lead me to my career. The career that became our pillar and gave us a great living. I am thankful for her patience when times were rough and how she loved me unconditionally. Now I will love her in the exact same with. My love for her clearly has no conditions, it is just pure love.
If you have a hangover around your teen, note they will make you feel like it is a case of bad karma.