Currently, I live with two teenagers. If you have teenagers of your own, know teenagers that belong to someone else or remember clearly being one yourself, you know those lovely teen-formative years can be challenging. Not only are they challenging to the teens themselves but they are even more challenging for the adults who have been dutiful chosen to raise them.
My love and I have had the distinct pleasure of raising a brood of seven so we’ve seen our fair share of shenanigans. However, I must say that all of them are respectful, kind and caring young people. Yet these last two…the twins…my, my, my! They are a hot mess! I feel like I spend most of my days getting after them about keeping up with their homework, cleaning their rooms, and doing their chores. Where ever they put things down is where it stays. Let me or Dad put something down and it disappears with the quickness never to be seen again!
So day in and day out we work hard to bring up great, loving and caring human beings. We get up early to make sure they are up and ready for school with a hot meal in their bellies. We hit the bed long past our bedtime exhausted from running to practice, to after school appointments, making dinner, discussing various ways they can solve their problems without fighting, chasing after them to get in the shower and then to bed on time.
Just when we think it’s all for nothing and that we are failing at this parenting thing, there is a twinge of hope. The boy twin came to us a few weeks ago and asked if he could transfer to a private school he had been researching. He’d downloaded and read through the entire student handbook. Even after reading all of the things he would be restricted to such as not wearing his earrings, not being able to wear his various pairs of shoes but also being required to wear a uniform, this boy was not deterred. When we asked why he wanted to change schools, his reply, “it’s a smaller school with smaller classes and I’ll be able to get the attention I need.” Huh, what!? Then to top it all off, today I was typing in his responses to the questionnaire on the application and here is his exact response to the last question: “By the time I turn 25 I would like to be playing professional ball in the NFL, taking care of my family and creating a foundation that allows me to give back to my community and giving kids that are less fortunate a chance to make it out of the struggle.”
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” That is the sound of my heart singing! Something is sticking. Forget the part about being in the NFL and taking care of his family, I’m just glad he’s thinking about others. Community service and looking out for others is something his dad and I are passionate about so just to know he has some understanding of why we participate in community service events, why we make them do it and why it’s important makes my heart smile.
Today was a good day...:)