My teenager, Kaesi, is my most difficult child and my easiest child at the same time. She will be 16-years-old soon. I worry about her future. I want her to be a successful adult. I try to explain that because we are a one income family that there will be very little money for college. She doesn't seem to understand the importance of getting good grades and earning college credits while she is still in high school.
She wants to be a pyschologist when she grows up and I encourage her to reach for it.
She looks at the large houses, as I drive her to school and tells me about her dreams of living in a home like that someday. She rolls her eyes at me when I get on her about her grades and tell her that she better start turning in her school work if she expects those dreams to ever come true.
She is an incredibly amazing writer. When I read her work, her stories, her poems, I am, at the same time, jealous and in awe of her talent. I have encouraged her to publish, as I truly believe that she would be an instant success. But her fear of rejection and critism wins over her desire to succeed.
Like most teenagers, she struggles with self esteem and peer pressure. She thinks she is fat and ugly, but new clothes seem to fix those thoughts, at least temporarily. She wants braces to fix her teeth. She falls in love with every boy that pays attention to her and then rejects the boys for paying too much attention to her.
Unlike many teenagers, she is very respectful towards adults. She never talks back to me. She has never told me that she hates me. I yell at her about grades, friends, not doing chores and she has never yelled back. Oddly enough, she agrees with me. She knows that she can do better with her grades. She agrees that her friends aren't the most important people in the world. And she apologizes for not doing her chores and then gets them done. She amazes me with her maturity. I believe that she will, one day, realize all her dreams and become the successful woman that she hopes to be.
She wants to be a pyschologist when she grows up and I encourage her to reach for it.
She looks at the large houses, as I drive her to school and tells me about her dreams of living in a home like that someday. She rolls her eyes at me when I get on her about her grades and tell her that she better start turning in her school work if she expects those dreams to ever come true.
She is an incredibly amazing writer. When I read her work, her stories, her poems, I am, at the same time, jealous and in awe of her talent. I have encouraged her to publish, as I truly believe that she would be an instant success. But her fear of rejection and critism wins over her desire to succeed.
Like most teenagers, she struggles with self esteem and peer pressure. She thinks she is fat and ugly, but new clothes seem to fix those thoughts, at least temporarily. She wants braces to fix her teeth. She falls in love with every boy that pays attention to her and then rejects the boys for paying too much attention to her.
Unlike many teenagers, she is very respectful towards adults. She never talks back to me. She has never told me that she hates me. I yell at her about grades, friends, not doing chores and she has never yelled back. Oddly enough, she agrees with me. She knows that she can do better with her grades. She agrees that her friends aren't the most important people in the world. And she apologizes for not doing her chores and then gets them done. She amazes me with her maturity. I believe that she will, one day, realize all her dreams and become the successful woman that she hopes to be.
