Come closer, so that I can share a great secret of the universe. I just figured it out, because I’m brilliant, and so naturally the next logical step is to share it with all of my closest friends on the Internet.
Here it is: Teenagers are a lot easier to deal with when you realize they are just overgrown toddlers. (I KNOW. I was super impressed with me, too.)
Over at Alpha Mom, I’m expounding on this great revelation, because my teens may be LOOKING more like adults, but their behavior is giving me deja vu.
Speaking from the depths of potty training, I’m assuming that at least teenagers are less reluctant to poop in the toilet. Give me some hope!
All too often I refer to my son as age “22 going on 13.” Darn Asperger’s.
This post made me think of a Shel Silverstein poem :). My darling girl left for school this morning, all smiles, and came home this afternoon a completely different person, complete with a meltdown over hoola hoops. When she’s like this, I try to summon my compassion and remember what it was like when I was her age. When that fails, I tend to approach her more like a feral cat. But “giant toddler” sounds a lot nicer. Let’s go with that.
Over grown toddlers with a bigger vocabulary!
My 13 year old has been having, shall we say, issues, this past year. Once her amazing counselor pointed out to us that our daughter was having tantrums and needed to be treated like a three year old, things got much – I don’t know if easier is the word. But now we say, “You need to clean up the dinner dishes. You can do it now, or you can do it in 10 minutes.” Just like when she was little.
Waaaaaaaaiiiiiiiit a minute. Monkey is SHAVING!?!?!?!? That makes ME feel old.