I once heard my friend’s teen daughter call her a “life-ruiner” for disallowing her to wear a certain inappropriate outfit to a party she was attending.

Wow!  A “life-ruiner”.  Impressive.  If I had a nickel for every time my first child said  “I hate you” as a young teenager, I could buy myself a super fancy pair of ear plugs to wear through my third child’s upcoming teen years.  Except I don’t think I will need them, because my third child, as is typical of third children, is on a completely different path.  He knows how to win his mama over in other ways.  He’s a lover not a fighter.  They’re all lovers really, but this one has heard enough “I hate you” nonsense to know it ain’t really worth it.  There are paths of less resistance to get him where he wants to be.  Like just telling me what he wants.

Fortunately these days at 19, my first-born manchild is…

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blessed in life. Nature lover, fly fishing enthusiast, school girl, mother, grandmother, wife, dog lover.
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