In Honor of Mother’s Day
Parenting The Last Ones In the Nest Has Been More Challenging Since Entering Menopause
I love my kids. I really do.
But lately, this house has been a hot mess of hormones and testosterone and I don’t think I’m winning.
Yesterday was the opening day of Junior baseball for the younger kids of the town and the High School JV and Varsity guys were supposed to be there to help corral and assist the coaches with the younger kids.
I have a 17-year-old and a 15-year-old who needed to be there.
Who should be in charge of waking them up at these ages?
If they have a commitment or something they need/want to do, is this still my responsibility?
I think not!
The youngest of six boys (15-year-old) disagrees with me.
Him: Mom, I heard you all talking about what time I needed to be there but that was wrong!
Me: So why didn’t you get up and come out and correct us?
Him: You just assumed I didn’t need to be there at 9:00 a.m.
Me: Did you set your alarm so you could be at your function on time and were you up getting ready?
Him: I was awake, yes.
Me: But were you “up” physically visible, communicating with the rest of the family about your plans for the day and where you needed to be?
Him: Mom, you just assumed.
And around and around and around we went, him shunning any responsibility for the fact that he was now going to be late to the function he signed up to participate in.
His older brother got up without mommy tugging on his blankie and setting out a towel and change of clothes.
I thought we were beyond that.
Communication is Key!
Gone are the days of me needing to be all-knowing and omnipresent with extra-sensory perception.
I don’t read minds. Anymore.