Thursday, February 12, 2009

Preteens will be the death of me

As new parents Sean and I were constantly wondering how we would handle the next unknown. How would we handle having a crawler? A toddler? A pre-schooler? A – gasp! – teenager?!

My father-in-law, patient beyond measure, would calmly say, “God gave you years to learn how to take care of your baby. You didn’t give birth to a teenager so don’t worry about raising a teenager until you have one.”

Well, dear father-in-law, you know how you said in all that time I had before having a teenager I’d figure out how to handle one? Hey, Chuck, guess what? I have one now and I feel as clueless today as I did when I brought that precious new baby home from the hospital.

So what now?