When parents tell you that your child will bring you more joy than you will ever know, they are not wrong. No emotion I have ever felt can match the joy my children bring me.
What they don’t tell you however is how important it is to store these moments of joy in the recesses of your brain as you are really going to need them; because if babies and small children are about joy, teenagers are about survival.
It’s all about battening down the hatches and waiting out the storm. That’s where those memories come in handy. Just like waiting out a three year storm when memories of sunshine and clear days are a promise to come and get you through the horror of hiding out in the basement, so do the memories of your sweet little angel get you through the shock of those teen years. Admittedly, we still have times when we glimpse the sweet child (BO#1) within but it’s more like a wild cat dressed as a kitten. Lovely and cuddly until you step out of line and get up close, this is when you’re likely to get your eyes scratched out. (Metaphorically speaking of course, I’m not yet running a juvenile detention centre).
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