(This particular blog is dedicated to a woman who inspired me to see the many chapters that we go through in this book called “Life”, and to the man who told me that I have a story to tell).
I woke up frustrated this morning. I woke up tired this morning. I woke up frustrated because of why I was tired this morning.
You see, last night I spent the hours of 9pm through 4am defending my parenting style to a group of people. Particularly, my parenting style as it relates to my preteen/teenager. Usually, I like a healthy conversation. I even like to engage in a healthy debate every now and then. But I usually never like to have conversations where I have to DEFEND myself. It’s exhausting and by the time it ends, depending on who I am conversing with, my point or my perspective is never acknowledged or justified anyway, so essentially it is a waste of time. (Hence, frustration!).
As of late, I feel like I have been having one too many conversations where I am defending my parenting style. And while I would like to stop right here and just set the record straight by saying, I am open to much advice! I love advice. It’s feedback and feedback helps improvement. In fact, I like feedback and advice so much that I seek it, but only from those who have been through a similar experience as what I am seeking advice for, which is not the same group of people who I am having these conversations with as of late.
So with that said, I am not that person who is getting all these interventions from these experts right now and I am just having a tantrum because what I really am is just oblivious to the needs of my children. That’s not what this is.
And what I am definitely not as well, is an EXPERT on raising a pre-teen/teen. Why am I not an expert? Well, because I am smack in the middle of still raising a pre-teen who is about to be a teenager. And it is my belief that one can not be an expert on something until they have EXPERienced that particular something and come out on the other end of it successfully and even then, it could be argued, that they are still just an expert from a very small perspective in the grand scheme of things. Multiple experiences would truly determine mastership over that area and thus expertise. Perhaps, that’s just my opinion (shoulder shrug).
And, so with that said, today, through my tiredness and slowly declining frustration as I write, I have found my next new venture, or rather my new chapter.
And that chapter is called, “Writing a Book”. The purpose of this book will be to capture my journey through trying to become a preteen/teenage expert. Not for every preteen/teenager, but, for the one that matters the most to me right now: mine.
As he embarks on this third year of middle school, I have also learned many lessons in the first two years that will dictate how I help him to navigate through this year, both academically and socially, at home and at school. I have discovered, sometimes through the help of outside influences, and sometimes just from my own observations, the need to change my approach to dealing with him in certain areas. I have also discovered that I still have far to go. This discovery has also come from both some outside influences, and from my own observations. Either way, with some pushing, I have decided, that it is time for me to document this journey in the hopes that I will come out in the end as an expert on dealing with MY 12/13 year old, which will be determined by his success through the rest of middle school and start of high school.
Now, I have never written a book before so I don’t know exactly what it entails but what I do know is that every book begins with a story to tell, and I have that at least. So without further adieu, here I go… Wish me luck!!
Talk to you soon,
Share with me: Any advice that you have about publishing a book. I am going to need it. (See how I ask for advice when I need it. HA!)