The Things Teenagers Want Their Christian Mamas to Know

Y’all, I did the unthinkable for a mom of teenagers.

I asked their opinion on something.

I told them to be honest.

I even double-checked to see if they had any additions to the list.

And they replied, “Can we ask our cousins their opinion, too?”

In the words of my teenagers (and their cousins), I am shook.

I asked them what are the things they wished their mamas and their daddies knew about them in this season of their lives.

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This. Is. Hard.

One question that I get asked a lot about parenting is “How do you do it?” My answer is simple. “I have no clue.” The fact is that I don’t have a clue. I am convinced that when God called me to the realm of parenting – especialy parenting three children who are all one year apart – He knew that I would need Him more than ever. There was probably a time in my life where I would try to do it all and take credit for it all, but I’m here to tell you that the absolutely only way I can do anything in my life – including parenting three teens – I do with God’s grace, mercy, and guidance.

I’ve written here about some of our challenges and how God has definitely used them to make me not only a better parent but a better person in general. This year alone,  we joined a new church, I got a new job, I rediscovered a passion that I allowed to lie dormant for almost 20 years, and our family re-joined the world of homeschooling again.

While I am glad I followed God’s direction on all of these things, I can tell you hasn’t been easy. Part of that is because sometimes I’m not the most obedient follower of the guidance of the Holy Spirit. I know – don’t judge me.

Y’all. Life with three teenagers can be amazing and fun and exhilarating. They are busy and bustling with energy, and of course, there’s always something going on. Routines are beautiful, but just when we get settled into a new one, things change. Basketball practice is rescheduled, study group session times have changed, and SAT and ACT registration dates conflict with what we put on the family calendar.

So we adjust. And we laugh. A lot. And we pray. A lot. But the truth is this: We also cry. And some days are just hard. Continue reading “This. Is. Hard.”

Mom’s Night In

Homemade vanilla milkshakes. Waffle fries. My Himalyan Salt lamp.

A Bible. My God. His Grace.

If you had to fight against your worst enemy, would you be prepared? Furthermore, would you even know who the true enemy is in the battle?

If you had to fight, would you take off your jewlery and pull your hair back, or would you arm yourself in prayer?

If I were in a fight, my human nature would tell me to take off my jewelry so I could scrap. What I really needed to fight was my bible.

I’ve mentioned before that this current season in parenting affords me more time alone than I’ve ever had before. With three teenagers in the house, their social calendars dictate time away from home. Ironically, even when they go out and have a great time with their friends, FOMO sets in and they always, always want to know what I did in their absence. Recently, I had a night alone and I stayed in for movie night, but I was armed and ready for war. Continue reading “Mom’s Night In”

The Day I Fell in Love With Hip Hop (All Over Again)

*Actual transcript of a text message conversation with one of my beloveds earlier this year.*

“Mom. Mom. Mom.

Mom, text me back.

Mom.

MOM.

J.Cole has announced his concert dates and will be in Dallas in August.

MOM.

I want to go.

MOM.

I need to go.

MOM.

I just left class to find my siblings and tell them.

MOM.

We need to go. Tickets go on sale this Friday.”

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If you’re wondering why there is no response from me in the transcript, it’s because there was none. In teenspeak, said child spammed me. This means the text message sender intentionally sent back-to-back to back messages and never gives the receiver the opportunity to respond. Spamming is a texting method used solely for dramatic effect. And when you know my family, you know that we all have a flair for the dramatic.  Continue reading “The Day I Fell in Love With Hip Hop (All Over Again)”