Sometimes the teen drama goes from comedy to tragedy within minutes within the same precious little being you brought into the world. Guess whose fault it is? The one who brought them into the world.
Do you agree?
I’m going to make a giant leap now. So many parents wonder why they have to be the ones to deal with the roller coaster hysteria of their teens, moreso, why they have to take the blame. It’s an abuse. Or is it?
This is a question I’ve pondered for some time now: When does sacrifice become abuse? At what point does the ability to allow oneself to be trampled on become too much, too wrong?
Do I have to have allowed the sacrifice? Do I have to have been conscious of it and accepting?
When does sacrifice become abuse?
If a parent absorbs the frustrations of their teens, is that love? I’m not talking about condoning the teens’ behavior, but being there to experience it, dealing with it, and STILL feeling hurt.
Is that love?
It is definitely a sacrifice. The time and energy exhausted on raising teens is tantamount to climbing Mount Kilamanjaro…in a 50 below blizzard…without shoes…carrying an elephant.
Is the intention the difference? If I was climbing that precipice to throw someone off the top, would that be different than if I was climbing to save someone’s life? Do I not carry the elephant to mold our future society? Who says there has to be an elephant? Doesn’t there have to be? Isn’t there always?
I know I’m getting muddled here. Does anyone get the gist of what I’m asking? Does anyone understand? Does anyone have the answer?
No. Really. Does anyone have the answer?