Many parents claim that it is just tough with newborns, and that it gets easier as they get older. This is somewhat true: at the very least, they gain independence, and their parents have more time to themselves. However, when kids grow older, other issues arise, such as adolescent rebellion. And parents must accept that their child is no longer a child, but rather a self-sufficient individual.
Story 1:
I have two adult daughters, and I’m embarrassed to declare that I adore one of them more than the other. You can hurl stones at me, but it’s difficult to love someone who keeps pushing you away.
My eldest daughter was a long-awaited kid, but she has never been kind; rather, she is rude and spiteful. We tried to be friends with her, to instill empathy and sympathy in our kid, but that is just how she is. At the age of 18, she physically ran away from us and went to study in another place.
She calls once every three months and visits once a year for the birthday of her grandma, whom she adores. But it appears that she does not love me or my spouse. And I love her. However, the younger daughter is far more loving and caring. © Ward #6, VK
Story 2:
I’ve always wanted to learn how to perform pull-ups but lacked drive. I now have a teenage daughter. It’s difficult with her, but I love her very much and try to remain calm.
So, when my patience wanes and our conversation gets unproductive, I perform pull-ups (we erected a doorway bar for this reason) and drink a glass of water. Steam emerges, and I am once again ready for discussion. I learnt to lift up without expanders by gradually lessening the weight on them. © Overheard / Ideas
Story 3:
My elder sister limits her son’s computer time. Every evening, when he sits down at the computer, she sets the timer and prevents him from sitting for more than 11 p.m. Around 10:30, she begins telling him that it is time to go to bed.
And time, my dad and sister were invited to someone’s anniversary celebration, so I stayed with my nephew. We ate supper and then went about our own business. Around 10:40 p.m., my nephew said, “Why don’t you remind me it’s bedtime?” I responded: “I’m not your mother, you’re 12, you’ll figure it out on your own.”
And he answered, “Oh, yeah? You don’t care about me, and you don’t care about my eyesight (apparently, my sister was warning him that he was going to lose his eyesight), I’m still a teenager!” With those remarks, he prepared his bed and fell asleep. What was that? © Spiteful 1990 / Pikabu.
Story 4:
I was on the train and overheard a chat between a mother and her daughter, a young girl around 12-13 years old. Her mother said, “We need to purchase you a phone for school because you drowned yours at camp. “What phone do you want?” The girl said, “I want a Samsung like Paul’s.”
Her mother said: “Let’s buy you something more expensive, because at school all the girls have iPhones, and you’ll have this cheap phone.” The girl said, “Mom, why would I need an iPhone at school? Someone could steal it, or I’d be always terrified that someone would take it. Let us preserve this money for Grandma’s dental care.”
I couldn’t hear them anymore. But it felt like I was in a parallel universe. © Trapezium / Pikabu
Story 5:
I’d want to share a life tip with couples who have teenage children. We have two adolescents that are constantly fighting with each other. But we have a rural residence that is 15 minutes away from our home. And when these two begin harassing me and my husband, we just depart for the rural residence. And the kids stay at home with a fridge full of food (this happens on weekends when they don’t have school).
No, we are not fleeing from them. We usually offer them to join us, but they refuse due to the poor Internet connection at the country residence. And an evening without children helps my husband and I maintain our sanity. We eat tasty treats that no one takes away and watch movies. And the kids perform better without parental supervision than with us: they cook and clean as long as they have access to the Internet. © #GoodMotherhood/VK
Story 6:
I didn’t restrict anything from my sons while they were little; their activities were their own responsibility. As a result, their insurrection was short-lived, and by the age of 25, they had become dull and reasonable family men.
On Sunday, I phone one of them and suggest, “Let’s go swimming and have a barbeque party.” He responds: “My wife and I plan to clean the house and go to the supermarket.” I ask the other son where he plans to spend his vacation, and he replies he’ll stay at home to lay the flooring.
Oh my God! Is it only me that can ride a bicycle at night at 52? © Doovy/Pikabu.
Story 7:
Recently, our teenage son brought home a girl. Blue hair, nose piercing, spider tattoo behind her ear. My husband felt quite concerned, but I welcomed the young people, prepared them a cake, and gave them money for the movies and food.
After they went, my husband started criticizing our son’s decision. And I brought out our old school book and showed him my own images from when I was their age. Green hair (colored with vivid green shampoo), nose piercings, and six earrings on each ear. But I grew up, changed my hair color, and removed the piercing.
I now work as a pediatrician and do not have poor habits. When we are young, we search for our place in the world, rebel, and make errors. I will never allow somebody to be stereotyped just because they have blue hair, for example. © Full Story/VK
Story 8:
My 15-year-old daughter is pals with a 20-year-old man. They’re simply buddies. They met over social media since they had similar interests. She asks me, “Dad, am I stupid?” Dan and I are only buddies.”
She went to his birthday celebration with an overnight yesterday; he lives in the city, whereas we live in the rural. I have nothing against it; I know his address and his parents’ phone numbers. And then in the evening, I got a call from his mom, “Blah-blah, Mr. Matthews, don’t worry, thank you very much that you trust our son! Lena will sleep on the sofa in the living room, don’t worry.” I thanked her, but thought to myself — the only person I trust here is my daughter. © feldkurat / Pikabu
Story 9:
Yesterday, my kid took me on a stroll! He’s a large boy, almost 22, yet he currently lives with us. So I got home late from work and really wanted to go for a stroll in the evening when the weather wasn’t too scorching. My husband did not want to, my daughter went out with her classmates, and I did not want to go alone.
Then my son returned home from work. I told him we should go for a stroll. But it turned out that he and his pals had already planned to meet later. I was outraged and responded, somewhat playfully, “Take me with you,” which he did.
We strolled around the area, then went to get fast food, and then they hired electric scooters, which we rode all over the neighborhood—it was my first time. I was really happy! © #MotherhoodHappiness / VK
Story 10:
My kid is almost sixteen. She recently came to me in tears and claimed that I don’t love her because (attention!) I have too little control over her and don’t stop her from doing anything!
It turns out that all of her friends have to go straight home after school, so I let mine go for a stroll and don’t bother her with calls as long as her schoolwork and chores are completed and she returns by 10 p.m. Her friends’ parents chose their children’s extracurricular activities, and I let her to play soccer because she wanted to. However, her friend’s mother stated that soccer is not appropriate for girls and that music is more suited.
I also don’t check my daughter’s phone and don’t read her social media, but all other moms do, and they know all their kids’ passwords. In general, I’m a bad mother because I give her choices and don’t control her. That’s the way it is… © Asaly / Pikabu
Story 11:
My niece is fourteen. She recently had a tantrum, ranting about her horrible childhood. Because she can’t go out after 8 p.m., can’t upload images in a bra (but her pals can), and can’t use her phone at night, she has to go to the pool once a week.
After that, she swore to have her mother divorce her stepfather and move in with her grandma, where she won’t be controlled or forced to do her schoolwork. The girl is just really gullible.
So, when her “friends” tell her that they can stay out until 2 a.m. and that their parents would let them go alone to another city over the summer, she believes them. And when you ask her how they went and where they stayed at the age of 14, she yells, “You don’t understand anything.” © Evadoll/ Pikabu
Story 12:
My daughter is sixteen years old. Those who have dealt with teens understand what it is like. Every day, I hear how mature she is, that she is capable of making her own decisions, that she will prove and do everything on her own, “respect me as a person,” and so on.
This year, she enrolled at another institution to study chemistry and biology. The new class instructor is so rigorous that my wife is terrified of her. She is not like the daughter’s previous teacher, who had been scurrying about them like a mother chicken since fifth grade.
My kid had to phone her new teacher one day for whatever reason. And my grown-up, independent daughter, capable of managing her own fate, making decisions, and fighting for justice, approaches me, offers me the phone, and says, “Dad, please contact Ms. Donovan. “I am afraid.”
Story 13:
My teenage daughter has learnt how to make pancakes. She gets up early, prepares the batter, and bakes them all by herself! They are excellent.
She creates them with a variety of contents, including berries, fruit, ham, cheese, herbs, potatoes, broccoli, poultry, cabbage, and onions… In short, she uses anything she can find in the fridge. Or she expressly requests that something be purchased in the store in the evening.
That’s all very nice, of course. But 6 extra pounds on my sides and stomach depress me. I don’t want to offend my daughter, and I don’t have the willpower to stop eating these pancakes. © Overheard / Ideer
