Flawless or not

To be a teenage parent is hard. Harder than I ever expected. I would be a huge fan of any software you could run in their brains so they are ready by default. My current task is to support in the things, the things I thought I made clear long before (and so many times…

To not cave in

For me, it’s hard. To let go. To no be too intrusive. Sam is away with his class over night. Even if I want to know everything (like he would tell me, and that he would tell me while he’s away…), I resist the urge to continue the Snapchat conversation with his reply that everything…

Supernova

It’s a challenge, this life thing. Especially if you, as myself, demand progress. Particularly of myself. I love myself, but not so much that I don’t think there’s room for improvement. These areas of improvement are getting very clear as the kids develop. Great catalysts they are. The children. Love ’em for it even if I for sure…

But I’m not you

Teenagers, a people who are lacking the capability to understand the simplest consequences, can at the same time provide wisdom beyond many adult minds. Like Sam, in of our conversations yesterday, answered me: “But, mom, I’m not you.” Those are the moments one must not only remember but also reflect and revise your own shortcomings. I guess…

Up like a sun down as pancake

Classic Swedish saying. A day that started good (excluding the cold with sore throat and a light fever) just plunged back to the basement. The code word is teenager…

I recognize it

I recognize the feeling from when he was six. Exhausted, dejected and sad. But still a piece of hope.

Younger peeps

There are few things I see as more interesting and giving than to have the respect and confidence of a teen. To be handed the possibility to be a sounding board to a teenager’s honest thoughts and feelings must be absolutely brilliant. One must feel like Yoda. Like a bottomless well of wisdom. The tricky…