As a mom one of the hardest things to watch happen, is that of a teenage daughter or son making the slow, often painful transition into adulthood. I'm on my sixth teenager, two boys and four girls. And despite what I initially thought, it does not get any easier.
Each child has his or her own personality and pressure points. Some will make the changes with little or no drama, others will fight all the way, with defiance and anger.
In this day and age it is a terrifying prospect. The dangers are multitude. Nothing like when my first son or his brother took on the world to see what they were made of.
There are now drugs that make girls infertile for life or eat away at the brain and leave people like vegetables...
I'm very fortunate to have my faith in God and have a place to take all these serious, very real concerns in prayer. But I sense a rocky road ahead. I don't want to be the cause of my daughters frustration and anger and have her turn to darker places to find answers.
So, now I have to practice what I preach...trust, love and patience. ~ sigh ~
Have a wonderful weekend everyone. If you haven't played a 55 yet, go visit G-Man over at Mr.Knowitall and join in. :)
Visible behind her innocent blue eyes
fervent budding of new insights taking
flight, a color burst of dreams unfurling,
erupting into life--colliding with an age old
darkness pretending to befriend.
Whispering easy lines, slyly implying - no danger.
All the while seduction is weaving its malignant
fiction, promising treasures, glorifying vice.
Insinuating purity's absolute obsolescence.
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