I think the best parenting advice I ever received in regard to getting through the tumultuous preteen years was just that: to get through it. In other words, the wisdom offered to both parent and child was essentially buckle down and wait it out. Just survive. Some of you–no doubt those of you having yet to encounter the drama and turmoil of that stage of parenting life–might quibble with such advice, preferring an approach somewhat more aggressive, more engaged, more outcome-oriented, something surely more effective. I know because I used to think those things too, back when I could not conceive of my sweet son who loved me with such abandon being transformed into a sullen, quick tempered someone I didn’t even recognize.
This is our fourth foray into such dark and forbidden territory and despite having been here before I am as ill prepared and caught off guard as I was our first go ’round. It seems to me, although it may only be my imagination, that these last two children have each suffered far more angst than the first two. Certainly their parents have. Or maybe their parents are just tired and old. Either way, I find the encouragement to stick it out to be both wise and valuable. It is only a season, a difficult one to be sure, but it too will pass. It is for us to hang on, to stand strong, to remain firm, and to love our boys as they make the hard transition from child to teenager. By no means does such advice infer a backing down or an unwillingness to confront; rather it is to know that the confrontations and the angst will come so be ready, fight the good and necessary fight and hang on tight.
However, this bit of advice is like most advice: the more easier said than done.
On the way to school the other morning an argument erupted over the dumbest thing (and isn’t only the dumb things that tend to erupt and then escalate?). What ensued was nothing less than an all out scream fest followed by several minutes of emotionally strained silence interrupted only by the arrival at school and me saying “I love you, even when you don’t think I do.”
I drove home in tears, hating myself both for the loss of temper and for the loss of control. I texted a confession to my husband who said (rightly) the offending son should be grounded. “What about me?” I replied, my actions no less immature or inappropriate than his (though I am certainly the authority figure and as such have the right to demand full and immediate obedience). Added to my shame was the fact I would be presuming to lead Bible study in a couple of hours. My actions had proved once again: I am an unworthy teacher, an unworthy mother, a lousy Christian.
Hanging on is tough. I am tired. And old. Some days I want to hide in the closet, only to emerge in time for supper (so long as someone else is cooking) or, better yet, in time for my youngest son’s high school graduation. I am weary, I am worried that I’ve ruined my kids forever, I am trying to hang on and survive but fearful I will fail and fail in spectacular fashion anyway.
I used to resent those passages in the Bible that would speak of the Christian’s victory with such bold, unwavering confidence. More than a conqueror? Not this girl. Defeat–in parenting, in housekeeping, in virtually every area of my life–seemed more my game. I couldn’t be the kind of mother, the kind of teacher, the kind of wife, the kind of Christian I thought I was supposed to be. Sure, I was hanging on to my faith, but only barely.
What I’ve learned is that being more than a conqueror doesn’t mean breezing through life with nary an obstacle nor struggle. Instead, life is a battle. There are scream fests on the way to school. There are stages of parenting that make me despair of survival of the parent or the child. My weakness will be exposed. I will know, in sharp, heartbreaking clarity, that I am not enough.
And where is the victory in that? It comes in saying with Paul: I delight in my weakness because that is when the power and the grace of the Lord is shown perfect. I can be thankful for the exposure of my sin because I know it is the kindness of the Lord that leads me to repentance. Grace and strength, mercy and forgiveness–this is victory in Jesus.
So I persevere. I hang on. I fight the good fight. In parenting. In faith. I know that the Lord keeps those who are His and that He is sufficient for all things, yes, even the strange and difficult season of parenting a pre-teen, glory to His name. I need Him so.
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