Sometimes I feel like I am holding my breath while raising my teen. I am hoping I will be able to exhale once the coast is clear and the teen years are behind me.
But for now, it feels like the worries of raising a teenager never end or go away.
I try not to worry. but, it’s in my DNA..
With my son, I worry about all kinds of things….
- Are his grades slipping?
- Is he eating properly?
- Is he happy?
- Is he depressed?
- Will he go to a good college?
- Will he do well on his SAT?
- Will he be more social as he gets older?
- Is he getting bullied?
- Is he having sex?
- Is he wearing a condom?
- Is he lying to me?
- Is he keeping things from me?
- Did he try any drugs? Will he?
I long for the day when all my worries are gone, and I can exhale and breathe and say to myself, “Okay, now you can relax.” But, to be honest, I don’t see that day arriving any time soon. So for now, I take life one day at a time, one breath at a time, one prayer at a time.
Do you worry, too? I would love to get your feedback and hear whether other parents of teens feel this way? Any advice?