I woke up Tuesday morning as the father of a teenager. Do I feel old. It’s hard to believe my daughter is now 13. I know for kids the big milestone is 16, but for me it is just plain math — my kid is a teenager.
As she enters this new stage of her life, I found myself wondering what it will be like to be raising a teenager. So I posed the question to my Facebook friends — share with me your advice for raising a teenager and what can I expect from here out?
Here’s what some of my friends had to say:
sure you have all
their friends parents
on hand, you’ll need them. Keep
a stock of extra strength Tylenol, not
for you for them when the yelling
begins. I questioned EVERYTHING, it
is your right. They need more supervision
than a toddler. Not being
mean, just realistic.”
Oh, well that’s god to know. More supervision? When Lucy was a baby I fell asleep once laying next to her on the floor while she was laying on her blanket. I woke up a couple minutes later and she was gone. The child learned how to roll at that moment and I found her clear in the next room.
— “I have found that
being a parent of a teenager and
raising them is about as easy as nailing
Jell-O to a tree. Actually … it
isn’t all that bad. I guess it depends
on how ya look at it. I try to be open
minded and give them their space …
or what they THINK is giving them
their space while still keeping good
tabs on them.”
So make the child think they have space? That’s good, I like that one. Control by deception. Interesting. Now if I can just figure out how that Jell-O nailed to the tree part works.
— “Brace yourself for the
ride of your life!”
Thanks Cassy. That was comforting.
— “You are now entering
the phase of eye-rolling, tisking
followed by pa-lease as a
response to everything you
say. You have just become the
least intelligent person in
your home. This is when the
fun begins … you can now
work very hard at finding
ways to embarrass
them in front of
their friends by hugging,
and using childhood
Don’t forget to always carry an OMG
baby picture to show!”
Well, she’s already got the eyerolling thing down I believe. And I don’t think there was ever a doubt about me being the least intelligent one in the house. I do like the embarrassing moments part. I already do that when I write about her. And I had to stop having lunch with her at the school because that was no longer cool when she reached fifth grade. I’ll have to remember this one.
— “I tell my kids there will
come a day when you will hate me
just as I hated my parents. I tell
them that I will love them even when
they hate me. We also have a great
saying in our house, no matter how
old you are you will do as you’re told
because we are your parents. We can
be friends when they’re adults. “
Good advice. All very good advice and words I will try to live by as I enter these years as a dad of a teen. So everyone wish me luck — I’m sure I’ll need it.