I think the hardest part of having a teenager is questioning my abilities as a mother. My kids were bathed every or every other day as children, so when did not showering become the norm? They were taught to say please and thank you, so why am I still reminding them to do this simple and courteous thing? They were never allowed to eat away from the table, so why do I often find them eating on the couch? There rooms were always clean, so why is it impossible for them to put clothes in a drawer? I could go on and on and on and on.
I talk to plenty of moms and in doing so I find that these things are not completely unique to my family. So why does it feel like I may have missed something in raising my children? And how do they know when I am at my wits end? Just when I was ready to give up tonight, I was able to capture this picture. All is well for now but you should probably check back in about 30 minutes.