The suck-o-fi-cation of the realization that being a stepfather, has brought forth the stupification that even though he is not a product of my spermification, the process of his maturization has smacked me upside the head with the identification that we are one…and…the…same.
For the last few days, we have been going at it over curfew, sex, money, telling the truth…you know…all the great things parents love to talk to their kids about.
He wants all the independence but none of the responsibility that just happens to go along with it.
That’s a strangely familiar memory to me….
Our battle of wills, which, bizarredly, resembles me arguing with a younger version of myself, ended with a mutual understanding.
And me putting in my final 2 cents.
“Now that we understand one another, I just have one more thing to say….don’t EVER forget that even though I am a pain in the ass….. I love you…and nothing will ever change that.”
No matter how you go about it….parenting is worth all the growing pains that come along with it.
6 thoughts on “The Growing Pains”
I think you’ve created a couple of new words. You are a good parental unit.
I’m pretty sure the new word people would be quite interested in the ones I created. I better start looking into that!
I’m gratefully still learning about parenting…I have to since the manual got lost in the mail.
I think the mail people would go on strike if they had to deliver parenting manuals. Each would weigh a ton and have to be revised every day…not like I know anything about that. Sounds like you’re doing fine.
Lol. Thanks! Just doing the best I can.
You are right at your place. Parenting is not that easy but than too you are putting together all your efforts to be best.
Thank you, so much. Sometimes, the efforts do not give way to the results that are expected….but that is what growing is about for me…and my step kids.