You Can Survive This

A few evenings ago, I was thinking of a follow-up to the “Time” post.

I was preparing to tell a story about how I met someone that day who I thought was about ten years older than I was and was shocked to learn that I was three years older than him.

Have you ever been in that situation and wondered if you look as old as the other person does? I have no idea how old I look, but my special glasses tell me that it’s not that bad…

Somewhat related...all part of the parenting process.

Somewhat related…all part of the parenting process.

Fifty-Three…the new thirty. I wish someone would tell my ankles.

I was going to expound on that theme and more than likely, depress myself in the process. *CANCELED*

Instead, before I hobble upstairs to my “man cave music room” and practice the new songs for the band, I will give some advice to a fellow blogger….words of encouragement….that you really can survive this.

I am referring to our daughters growing up and a column by one of my favorite bloggers entitled Who’s really winning here?

I recall entering into those years of the eye rolling, attitude filled “discussions” and wondering if I was going to survive without being arrested for child abuse. I will admit that there were times that I was out-foxed and other times that I wondered where I had gone wrong?

Here we are however, a dozen or so years after entering that cycle of “Child Knows Best” to where I can’t recall the last time anyone rolled there eyes at me, said “whatever” or stormed out of the room, (we save those stories for work now).

Our oldest daughter is gainfully employed, paying her own blls and furthering her education at her expense. She still is staying home, but she is a huge help around the house and is saving money that she would be spending on rent. I doubt it will be too much longer before we hear those bells ringing. C’mon, Daniel.

Middle daughter graduates from USC in a couple of weeks and already has several job opportunities in the works. I do not think I know anyone who has a more perfect personality for the career path they have chosen. She always seems happy, even if she is sick and if she wants to tell you something she thinks is important, can talk for at least seven minutes without taking a breath.

Daddy’s little girl is finishing her first semester at Marquette and is coming home. For many reasons, all valid, she has decided to leave Milwaukee and come back to SC. On the Dean’s list from day one, she has the personality and brain power to do whatever she wants and will excel at whatever she does and wherever she does it.

We are blessed…but there were times I wondered.

You will have days like this, for sure.

You will have days like this, for sure.

So Jenny, you are entering those rebellious years. Fasten your seat belt, remember a glass of Cabernet can be very calming, pick your battles, and never go to bed mad, without telling them you love them anyway. (I remembered that most of the time)

All you and the man can try for is to do the best you can with what you know at the time. Kids are durable. You can make lots of mistakes and they just keep re-setting and moving on. With enough practice, trial and error, and questioning your sanity, you will likely emerge and be able to offer up some advice on navigating through those teenage years.

I hope you are as lucky as we are.

About Ray V.

Living in Aiken, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to You Can Survive This

  1. lulu says:

    Isn’t it wonderful to survive those challenging years of child raising and be so proud of the women our daughters become?


  2. Heartwarming…all of it Ray. Thank you.


  3. Parenthood … it’s not for the faint of heart. Nicholas told me about Megan’s decision; I know it was probably a difficult one for all of you, but sometimes we just need to change directions … as hard as that may be.


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