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.