If only life was more like the movies...
This made me realize, however, that most of these so-called "mommy bloggers" are parenting small children, babies to elementary-school-age. You don't see many bloggers waxing poetic about the joys of teenage offspring--why do you suppose that is?
I, myself, am up to my eyeballs in teenagers (well, more like several inches over my head, since two of the three are taller than me) so I have a few ideas on the subject.
1) Teenagers are on the internet. They do not take kindly to their parents broadcasting to the world-wide-web that Johnny just got his first pimple, or that that Suzy is hormonal and is being a major pain in the butt. If you want to live with your offspring for the next several years without WWIII taking place in your living room, you just can't even go there. If you want to write about your kids, your only option is to create decoy titles for your posts, like "Why the 80's Were So Cool" or "Retirement Planning for the Active Mom." Throw them off the scent, as it were.
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3) We are crazy busy. Don't get me wrong, parents of littles are also trying to juggle all sorts of stuff: tying shoes, finding binkies, washing load after load after load of tiny socks and shirts. You'd think parents of teens, with their kids half grown and able to feed themselves, would have all the time in the world to spin tales of their parenting glories. But right now we're just trying to keep it together as we drop off and pick up, drop off and pick up, fending off major teenage attitude all the while. We are coordinating school sports with driver's ed and dinner and the tenth load of laundry filled with stained team uniforms and the oldest's favorite shirt. We are filling out forms for college applications and graduation requirements and the permission for the HIV class at school. And we are reminding (nagging), counseling (bossing), and reminding/nagging again trying to make sure our kids get it all done. The teenage years are crunch time for parents--did I mention they have to be functioning adults in a year or two?
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