Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Teenager

My baby girl is growing up. Today was her first day of middle school. As I watched my youngest child walk through the doors of that big school, I knew it was a whole new world from here on out. Last year she was still a child still in elementary school. Now she preteen girl starting her journey into young womanhood. Where has the time gone? Where did my chubby little toddler with the sweet brown curls go? Well she is certainly no little toddler now. And the curls have long since been dyed, straightened and highlighted. And that’s just the start. If this last year is any indication of what her teen years hold, then this is going to be one wild ride.

Don’t get me wrong, my daughter is a doll. But I’ve noticed a change lately. Almost like a split personality. I believe I’ve been catching glimpses of the Teenager. One minute we will be strolling through the store, not a care in the world. Next thing you know, Baby Girl is gone and in her place is the Teenager. A moody, sullen creature best known for it’s emotional outbursts and lack of motivation. I knew this day would come. The day the Teenager in her would start to surface. Baby Girl is already showing signs of Drama, an unfortunate affliction that Teenagers can’t seem to shake. And it’s contagious, so when you find yourself in the presence of a Drama inflicted Teenager, wear a mask and wash your hands.

Lucky for us, Baby Girl is still in the early stages. The Teenager is not yet strong enough to show itself often. I realize though that it is only a matter of time. Typically, the Teenager manages to break through after a couple years in middle school. That’s when things can get real fun. There is no known cure or prevention of the Teenager. It just stops as quickly as it came on.. But the good news is that it doesn’t last forever. I’m just sayin’.


  1. Oh my god girll Dontreal is 13 and driving me insane. He is a horrible little person halfthe time and I have to walk on eggshells around him. The emotional shit is gonna drive me off the deep end I hope I can make it through these teen years with 3 of them.

    1. Good luck. I'm glad I just have the two. Cole is out of the house, so I don't have his drama as much any more.

  2. All I can say is, try 3 teens at once. Oh, but wait...If the DO come out alive, they bring home 4 far. I'm not out of the woods yet. My mother is 80, and up until a year ago, her great grandkids get dropped off to be watched on a regular basis. Face it, you're a mother until the day you die, and it's a dangerous job.