...especially about my three wonderful teenagers?
i think that jamie the very worst missionary sums it up so nicely for me in her blog post I WORRY FOR THE MOMMY BLOGGERS with this quote...
There's a reason there aren't very many blogs from Moms of teens. It's because as they grow, they become like a magnifying glass to all your fatal flaws and the myriad ways you screwed them up as children. Who wants to read about that?! It's depressing.
it isn't always depressing. like this weekend was the prom. and it was fun to be the mom. maxx was a thrifty prom goer. bought his jacket at goodwill for $5. they ate at dave's pizza garage. went to what-a-burger after the dance for a little while. and our only real expense was a lovely vintage brooch that we had worked into her corsage. and that i bought at a thrift store for $20. so it was a really easy evening. and a very rewarding time as a parent. mostly because i didn't have to fight the "can i stay out all night" battle. followed on the heels by the "why the hell can't i? everyone else is? battle. and then comes the inevitable "you are the worse mom ever!!!!!" battle. by then end of those three battles you just end up shooting yourself in the foot to put you out of your misery because an open gaping bullet hole in your foot seems more pleasant than the alternative which is another battle...
but i digressed and now will just show some nice photos from the prom... as to not depress you young mothers any further. really, it does get easier as they get older (BOLD FACED LIE) and all that sleep you are missing now, you can make up when they come home from the prom at 9:45 sharp which is 15 minutes before their curfew (BOLDER FACIER LIE). but through it all if you can manage to remember that God is still good. and He is still stronger than anything in this world (or at the prom or even at the after party.) and they make drugs that help you sleep when you can't stop worrying about how you will get through the next days and there is caffeine to help you stay awake. then you will be okay. dokey-ish. so there's that hope...
