I was only 19 when I got pregnant, but I was so sure I was going to be a great mom. I loved being pregnant, loved nursing, loved reading to my children, loved playing with them. Ok, diaper changes were not much fun but I got through them. The toddler years were a riot, when they learned something new every day, learning to be independent, and we could do crafts together.
I have loved every single stage of motherhood, except this last one. Maybe it's because I have three teenagers all at once, and their dad is not around to help me. But I am weary, and I am starting to think that no matter how great a job I think I did, I was probably very, very wrong.
My daughter has a horrible foul mouth. She will lie to you, steal from you, and doesn't care about anyone but herself. She will lie even if the truth would serve her better. I can't trust a thing she says to me, and I've taken away every privilege I can think of, including driving. She will do what she can to purposely hurt you, laugh about it, and then mock you when you get upset. I've gotten to the point where I don't speak to her except in monotone one syllable answers because those can't be used against me. Yes, that's right. Used against me. I have discovered that if I say anything to her in confidence, it goes right on facebook. So I am done sharing private parts of my life with her.
My oldest son is doing better. He is working very hard at school because his grades were so poor last semester. He is grounded right now, and angry with me because even though his grades have improved, we haven't gotten progress reports yet, and I won't let him have a friend spend the night. Missy threatened that she would just pick him up anyway, so I have the car keys hidden in my bedroom so she can't go and get him. I can't believe I live like this. He also has a terrible foul mouth.
My youngest just makes me sad. He has 6 F's at school. And a B. He refuses to do any work because "I have autism and it's not like I have a future so why should I bother?" I have taken every item away to him that is dear, including his xbox. I shut off the cable. I took away phones. And still...nothing.
I think back on when I started this whole parenting gig, and I wonder if I would have bothered, had I know the destruction that was going to take place. I started off with a ton of hope and enthusiasm, and great plans for the future. I wasn't trying to raise doctors or lawyers, but
I certainly wanted respectful kids who cared about us and each other. I didn't even manage to get that.
|It's 1998, and I'm 23 years old. The future seemed pretty bright here.|