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The Teenage Minefield

I love my daughter. I am proud of the woman that she is growing into. She is sixteen and we are not out of the woods yet, but then again, even as adults we still can spend quite a bit of time in the woods as well. The clearings in the woods that contain the proverbial wildflowers, butterflies and seeping sunshine are what we strive for in our lives. The more time spent in the clearings, the better. However, we must expect that we will still spend some time back in the woods through poor choices of our own or circumstances beyond our control. But, if we find ourselves in the woods again, the goal is to fight our way out, not just give in to being lost there. Such is one of many lessons that we attempt to impart to our children.

As we all know, being a teenager is a hazardous road fraught with many potholes. It was this way when we were teenagers and it is still that way today. One of the hardest ideas to sell to a teenager is that we as adults were once teenagers also. They somehow believe that we just skipped that whole phase so that we could not possibly understand the tiniest bit of what their misunderstood and angst ridden existence is like. And we would never be able to understand that they just want to have fun either. Of course not. Fun is a foreign concept to adults, right? It’s all about stupid rules, right?  Well, the mysterious reality is that we actually do understand all of this because we were there too. And we didn’t think our parents knew anything either. The result is that we have many valuable lessons that we learned from our walk in those woods to share with our kids so that we might be able to prevent them the pain of struggling with the same demons. In most cases our insight offerings fall on deaf ears because other tightly held teenage beliefs are that they know it all and are immortal and immune to danger. The reality is that adults are still actually kids on the inside that have been seasoned with life experiences. Therein lies our tales of caution to our teenagers.

My teenage daughter is not technically my daughter. She is my daughter by choice. I met her when she was three. Her dad and I married a few years later. I have always treated her as my own, and she would tell you this herself. As we have entered her teenage years she has certainly been annoyed at me many times but she has never actually played the “You are not really my mother so I don’t have to listen to you” card. I am sure this has gone through her mind before but she has shown me enough respect not to voice it. We have had many rocky moments and many loving moments. Raising a teenager contains many minefields for both the parent and the teenager. There will be many explosions, and careful stepping, but the joy of clearing a minefield is wonderful. I would like to share a minefield victory with you.

She told me the other day that one of her friends said that it was impressive how confident she was in her beliefs. She then proceeded to tell me that  I have taught her about being bold to do what is right. She ended by saying that when she is acting in such a way she feels  she is addressing the situation as I would. I was floored and touched. She is not usually one to share these types of thoughts. And let me tell you about her being bold in the face of wrong: I am proud to say that she stepped in the middle of a bullying incident. At lunch one day a girl was pummeling another girl over a shirt. My daughter grabbed the aggressor’s arm and demanded that she stop while the other students just watched.

I am so very thankful that some seeds that are faithfully planted and watered do eventually bear fruit. Results may not be immediate and may seem hidden at times but rest assured that your diligence does pay off and when it does, the results are heartwarming and priceless. It is all of our destinies to continue to have periods where our trail is engulfed by the woods, but learning to have a determined attitude in the face of challenges and injustices and teaching our children to do the same will help us to enter the clearings much more readily.

I completely expect my daughter to grow into a strong and lovely woman. She will certainly have her share of scars from being snared in the woods, but I don’t believe she will accept being lost in there. I am sure we will not always agree on her future life choices, but that is okay. When she is an adult, she will be the only one that has to get up every day and walk in her own shoes. I just want to have been able to give her tools to strengthen her character to use on her own personal journey. I wish this for all of my children.


Comments on: "The Teenage Minefield" (14)

  1. What an amazing post.. kids are so difficult to raise… and teenagers? Forget about it. I also have a 16 year old daughter.

    lol – you are so right about the “we were never 16” bit… I hear it all the time. I try to find ways to tell interesting stories (true ones) that get her to look at me like, “Hey, maybe mom really WAS 16 once.”

    Wonderful post.. and kudos to you for doing an amazing job with your daughter, no matter what age you met her! 🙂

  2. That was a very sweet post, Kellianne. Thanks for sharing.
    You must be so very proud.


    • Thank you Jimmy. I am proud. If there is one thing that she picks up from all of the things I try to say, I’m glad it’s that one. We parents talk too much and give too much advice, you know.

  3. Thanks for sharing, Kellianne.

  4. A great post, my daughter is 15 and I know what you’re talking about.

  5. I was the typical moody 16 year old, but I got over it 🙂 Sounds like you’re doing a great job with your daughter.

  6. How blessed your daughter is! to have a mom like you…she will thank you for all your wisdom :)trust me how beautiful to hear thank you mom for saying no and being honest..I understand why♥ ♥proud mom ..they do grow-up♥

  7. debbie mc said:

    What a lovely story and much to be proud of. I have been there, I have a son and daughter 23 and 24. The whole adolescent thing can be very rocky. Mine are now doing their own things and I’m proud of them both.

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