Irrational Fear of the Teen Years – Help!

Since Sun turned 3 a few days ago, I’ve found myself (stupidly) worrying about him becoming an adolescent. I have to admit I live in fear of the teenage years. I had to block them out of my mind when we were trying to conceive children or else I’d probably not have gone through with it.

Not sure why I am worrying about this already. You’d think I would be better placed to be spending my angsty moments worrying about how he will settle atΒ  his first day at playgroup tomorrow. Maybe I’m trying to distract myself from thinking about Christmas.

Anyway, to try and ease my fears, I’ve been trying to think of good things about having teenagers.

Here goes:

– They can go to the shop to get me chocolate/milk/booze, even if I may have to bribe them.
– They will not wake me in the night and ask me to come straighten their blankets or tell me they need a poo.
– They could educate me on all things youth. Actually, I need this now so to have to wait ten years or so is going to be hard.
– They might help keep me from turning into my mother too early.

What else? Any other advantages to having a teenager? Please help ease my premature anxiety! Or I shall have to give myself something else to worry about instead – where to get my Christmas tree from this year? How to make those little smelly slivers of orange and lime? Where the Christmas cookie cutters are, and what is that weird-shaped one in the box from Ikea meant to be anyway?

*wanders off in search of cloves distracted, for now, from the fear at hand*

8 responses to “Irrational Fear of the Teen Years – Help!

  1. Aw bless you! Chillax πŸ˜‰ Teenage years depends on how well you get a long with the children, if you’re close to them it can be wonderful time for bonding over giving relationship advice, and sharing stories, or they can be the little horrors who scream and slam doors. But that might start when they’re 7 anyway. Good luck with that one! Good things about teenagers, they’re independent! You can send them out for hours, and they’ll survive, just like you did. They can teach you all the cool new slang, and fix anything technical just by fiddling with it. The best bit of all, you can swear all you like because they’ve heard it all before, and talk about sex if you really want to embarass them πŸ˜‰

    • Oh the swearing and the sex talk! I hadn’t thought of those. Excellent, I’m cheered now, thank you! Those things I can do very well and with two children surely the odds are that one will like me at any given time πŸ™‚ I feel much better already.

  2. Without doubt it’s the best time to embarass them and get them back for all the sleepless nights, tantrums and headches from ….well from since they were born ! And it doesn’t even require any effort on your part, as just being alive , breathing and being seen in public with your teen is enough to mortify them πŸ˜‰ ! Seriously though there are lovely times, with cosy ( almost adult ) chats and when they ask you for advice and actually listen, it is the best and most satisfying feeling ever πŸ™‚ Oh and when they learn to drive , you’ve a chauffeur to ferry you to and from the pub ! xx

  3. Heheh, I have to admit, your post made me chuckle. I’m afraid I can’t offer you any advice on the advantages of having a teenager, but I can tell you that you won’t have to wait that long before you’re no longer informed of poo-status in the middle of the night, as my son is 6 and past that now! I can however offer you this: you’re not the only one with this irrational fear. The way I deal with it is by thinking ‘thank god I’ve not got a girl’. Hope this helps πŸ˜‰

    • I’m glad I only have 3 years to ride out the middle of the night poo issues πŸ™‚ Can’t be thankful I only have a boy though, I have a girl too. So teen years I will get a bit of both worlds πŸ™‚

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