teeny boppers

I am very lucky to have some wonderful teenagers in my life right now. I remember when I was thinking about having kids one day, it wasn't babyhood that scared me shitless, it was the fact that those cute little babies were going to, one day, turn into teens. And then what?

And then they did. And I love them and I think they're the best creatures ever, and how could I ever think that babies were better ... But no matter how I try, I can't seem to shield my teens from some of the negatives associated with that age. It pains me to see them in pain: emotional, hormonal, and sometimes even physical. There doesn't seem to be anything I can do to prevent the ups and downs, all I can do is maybe lessen their impact. Being a teenager sucks. Sometimes it sucks a lot; sometimes it sucks a bit. The best I can offer my teens is to tell them that it will get better, and if not necessarily better then maybe different. Being an adult isn't all that much fun either. I think we just get better at coping. So ... I'm on a mission to provide the best coping skills to those teens I love. Wish me luck.

Dish of the Day: Beef Bourguignon