I currently have three teenagers residing under my roof. In 2 months and 2 days, I will have four. Yes, four teenagers in my house. There will be a 10-month span where I will have 5 teens, but that is not for another 20 months, so I just won't think about it right now.
In all actuality, this is the time my husband and I were most looking forward to in our parenting journey. A bunch of teenagers would be fun, we thought. I believe my husband's exact words were, "this will be a hopping house!"
Hopping is right. Let me give you a peek into our life:
-There is a girl usually baking something in my kitchen several times a week
-There is a boy tackling younger brothers or picking them up and turning them upside down several times a day
-Questions whether school work will be done in time for graduation
-Discussions of college courses
-My son talking about buying a vehicle
-Driving lessons - I just have to say, I always thought I would be exempt from this terrifying job. How wrong I was. I am declaring right now, though, I refuse to teach parallel parking.
-Late night discussions about the seriousness and hilarity of life
-Animals I never dreamed would be in my house. Particularly, pet mice. Mom, Dad, and babies. I admit it, I have actually gone to the store and bought mouse food. Not one person warned me of this.
-Seeing my youngest son sitting happily in my oldest son's lap while the family plays a game
-Seeing my youngest son perched on my oldest son's shoulders
-Planning a graduation
-Having my phone auto-correct the word "no" into "pecan pie" because one of my teens is smarter than I am
-Having a clean kitchen after supper and I didn't have to do anything
-Keeping track of which kid is involved in which ministry, where, when and what day
-Hearing piano duets
-Hearing piano/violin duets
-Seeing my son go off with friends to shop, get pizza, hang out. I am blessed that he has amazing friends so I never have to worry.
-Girls arguing over a favorite skirt
-Learning to figure out when to mother and when to step back. This is hard, people.
-Seeing my kids laugh with friends
-Seeing my kids say goodbye to friends not knowing when they will see them again
-Tears...lots of them
-Laughter...lots of it
-Watching my three oldest learn to deal with each other with more grace
-Praying harder than I have before. That God would keep them and use them. That He would guide me...and them.
We have three teenagers. This is, indeed, a hopping house. While I often want to pull out my hair or feel completely inadequate, I sit here now and realize that I truly do love having teenagers. This part of the parenting journey is a pretty cool adventure.