I have two teenagers, a 17 year-old boy and a 15 year-old girl, and more than they want but less than I’d like, I post vignettes about, or pictures of, them on my Facebook page. These posts often describe some act of kindness or cooperation by one of my children. (If you’ve read them, perhaps you can sense my wonder and pride.) And a recent one, showing my daughter help her father dig a hole in the backyard, prompted a friend with two small children to comment, “You make life with teenagers seem blissed out.” Fingers poised over keyboard, I had a variety of small quips and slightly deprecating remarks at my ready, and then decided against it. Because I actually enjoy life with teenagers.
This has come as a bit of a surprise: Teenagers are supposed to be cranky and smelly and mean to their parents and disagreeable. Mine can be, albeit rarely. But I get this age: the feelings of uncertainty and growth and struggle and the need to figure out and express exactly who you are. My struggle is more contemplative; theirs is writ large, and I have a ringside seat to their metamorphosis. They are great. They are messy. They are funny. They are mine.
I have absolutely no business giving parenting advice. (Disclosure: I garnered some of my best tips from “How to Be Your Dog’s Best Friend,” a book by the Monks of New Skete on training the household pet.) But for my friends with younger children, I offer some things that have surprised me about this age, and some things that I think have helped with raising children to be pleasant teenagers.
1. Ritual. When the children were young, someone sent me a book about the power of ritual in parenting. Being a short attention span reader (particularly with, ahem, slightly over-earnest subject matter), I think I read the title, the inside flap, and the back cover — and walked away with an impression that children really enjoy and need ritual. (The Monks of New Skete said the same of dogs, by the way, although they called it consistency instead.)
So we have family rituals. Nothing big, nothing expensive, and (certainly) nothing involving the slaughter of goats. Friday night? Movie and pizza night. Dinner time? At the table, with candles and fresh flowers and cloth napkins. Chores before dinner? Twenty years from now, I will be able to holler “CHORES!” up the steps, and my then 37 and 35 year-old children will run down and set the table, put ice in glasses, light the candles, and take the food to the table.
2. Dinner time. The observant reader will note that I already said dinner time. Yes, it is so important that I am writing it twice. We have family dinner, and we have fairly raucous conversations at family dinner. When the children were young, they discovered that they could ask us (almost) anything, and we would answer them truthfully. Let me just say now that health class has led to some of our more interesting conversations. Let me tell you, too, that a $6 box of conversation-starting cards found on an end cap at Target has been one of the best purchases ever. Not every night, but four or five nights each week, the four of us sit down at the table land eat and laugh and talk about God-knows-what. It is invaluable.
3. Mistakes are okay. One of the things that I talk about with my children — whether at dinner or other times — is mistakes. I tell them about stuff I’ve screwed up or things I wish I’d done differently or ways that my quest for perfection totally blew up in my face. I also let them make their own mistakes (nothing permanent and life-altering, I assure you) rather than stepping in immediately to help them.
I do this because mistakes are such a big — and often underappreciated — part of life. No, I don’t like making mistakes, but I typically learn more from my mistakes than I do from situations that I’ve breezed through unscathed. Having your mom solve all of your problems isn’t exactly going to help you in the long run.
I read a study recently about the difference in men and women’s responses to difficult situations. (Apparently the tendency is to tell boys that if they work harder, they will figure it out, while people tend to suggest to girls that intelligence is immutable — thus making women more prone to frustration and the folding of tents when challenges arise.) It changed my perception about challenges — dig in, girl, and figure it out! I want to encourage my children to do the same, and I think that making mistakes, figuring out the lesson, determining how to avoid the mistake again, and moving on helps a lot.
4. You’re old a lot longer than you are young. I think we can all attest to this. I view my role in their life as one of planned obsolescence: They will live without me (and by this I mean on their own) far longer than they will live with me. I encourage them to take the long view on things (see, for instance, the discussion on mistakes). I talk to them about how much things costs and how money compounds and how a little saved today can mean a whole lot later. I talk to them about love, and I talk to them about work. I make them do their laundry. And they know how to use power tools and cook and write thank-you notes and select gifts and (this is extremely important) how and when to apologize. These are useful skills.
5. But I remember that they are still young. One of the bigger surprises about the children is how much they still need me. There is some truth to the saying “Little kids, little problems. BIg kids, big problems.” I take walks with them. I listen to them. I learn their interests and try to appreciate them. And when one of them needs to cuddle, I sit down on the couch and hold them, just like when they were little. (By the way, I am delighted when they do this, even if it surprises me.)
6. A tired dog is a good dog. I am much nicer when I am a little fatigued from exercise. They are, too. A run or a walk has nipped a number of arguments in the bud.
7. (And since we’re on dog book advice) make your expectations clear. When I was young, I thought that my parents loved to discipline me. Now that I am a parent, I see what a stupid thought that was. I hate disciplining them. It kills me. I love to avoid punishment. So I make my expectations clear. This is what I expect from you. This is when I expect it. This is why I expect it. This is what will happen when those expectations are not met. This seems to have prevented most disciplinary issues within the family, and I am grateful.
8. Hold on loosely, but don’t let go. Oh, .38 Special, you were so wise. By “loosely,” I don’t mean to suggest a free-for-all of lawlessness, a veritable Australian Rules of parenting. But some things aren’t really that important. Your child misses a shower? It’s not such a big deal. Someone spills a glass of water at dinner? Eh. Clothes will be torn, disappointments will be had, eyerolls will ensue at the least opportune moment, snippy comments may be made. Bedrooms will almost always be a mess. But try to be bigger than that, and fight the battles that matter.
Listen, I have written too much now. Thanks for reading. It means a lot to me.
ALC
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