Thanksgiving. A Day Of Gratitude
On your worst day with your teen, you can still be grateful to be the parent of a teen.
This sounds crazy, I know, but on your worst day with your teen, you have your teen. You can still make a choice to stop arguing, or stop giving the silent treatment and change something to make that moment, that situation -better. You have the ability.
On the worst day, you can say to yourself, this would not be happening had I miscarried, or had they died in childbirth. You can consider that the alternative of this chaos would be peace, but your teen would not be there. Would not exist.
On your worst day, when you have vented to all of your friends and gnashed your teeth to the root, you can consider that if your teen had run away, you could be worried and scared stiff staying up all night hoping and praying that they are alright that they aren’t dead somewhere alone, and that they have not been abused in some way by someone who did not love them as you do. Someone who was an acquaintance that they came in contact with or someone who pretended to love them as they deserved, and then took them away from you prematurely. Permanently.
So you see on your worst day, you can be grateful, because on your worst day, at the end of the day, your teen is home with you and you can make a choice to hug them or yell at them. You can tell them you love them, and they are alive to hear you and tell you that they love you back.
At the end of the day, you are grateful to have them. Please let them know today and every day.
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