5 Comforting Reminders Moms of Teens Need to Hear Today

Laziness. Ungratefulness. Eye rolls. Complete and utter disregard for others and the cleanliness of the backseat. This stage of parenting is not for the faint of heart. Sometimes, it feels impossible to picture our teenagers evolving into high-functioning, considerate, Jesus-loving adults with bare minimum domestic skills. For example, my 16-year-old just now spilled a fourth of a jug of OJ in the fridge, promptly closed the door, and walked upstairs as if he were Rocky exiting the ring after an eight-round victory. Most teens refuse to reciprocate any kind of affection and, when asked to help with the smallest of tasks, like shoveling snow, as if we've drafted them back to Nam. It can feel beyond defeating, but this, too, shall pass.

My 23-year-old still lives at home, and for two years now, I've been brought to tears by the simplest of changes in his empathy, domestic efforts, and overhaul evolution from ape to human. Simple things, like inquiring about my life. Offering to pick up food on his way home. Putting his dishes in the washer. So it's not just wishful thinking and Hallmark lingo that I offer, friends. Sometimes, we just need to hear it: this is normal teenage stuff. You're raising good kids. You're doing the best you can. And they will be amazing…someday.

After reading somewhere that kids up to age 18 need three hugs daily to feel secure, I've been doling out unwelcome affection for a decade. The kids cringe, protest, and run the other way, but I chase and hug nonetheless. It's a healthy practice for their sake, but after a while, the lack of reciprocation does wear on a girl. Being perpetually ignored in public and eventually demoted from best buddy to Uber driver can really take a toll on our hearts.

However, from what I remember from being my own disastrous version of sixteen and from every friend I've watched raise kids across the finish line of adulthood, this, too, shall pass. Someday. I don't know when. Age 20, 25, maybe even 30? But someday, we will feel loved, connected, and appreciated by our kids. I'm talkin' to you, mom of that 15-year-old daughter who blocks and ghosts you from one bedroom over. I'm lookin' at you, mom of that 13-year-old son whose texts take the form of some quasi-extortion and digital bullying ("Be here in ten!" "Buy me this." "WHY are you here, Mom?")

Here's my best advice. Don't let yourself fall into the "forever trap." Reject lies like, "Maybe we're just too different and always clash personalities," or "Maybe they'll always hate me because of the divorce." Most of the time, our teens' anger, ambivalence, and moodiness are manifestations of stress and hormonal changes that have nothing to do with us. In fact, often, teens take out their negative emotions on the people they feel safest and closest to because they know they can be trusted. Of course, I never condone rudeness or disrespect, but when our teens are distant and cold, we need to remember this is normal, and it will get better in time. God blessed you these souls to mother, and you will have a loving, healthy relationship with your kids for all the years to come.

Do you sense a pattern here? Much waiting and patience are required in mothering that extends far beyond waiting in the school parking lots and friends' driveways. I believe the ultimate measure of our efforts, prayers, and sacrifice comes to fruition so many years later, perhaps even when our kids are out of the house. But every intercession, act of sacrifice, and every bite of the tongue when tempted to lose our temper matters. Every time we don't cave or sink to the sheeple parents' parental standards (sorry, but it's true!), every meal we cook (or burn) and hour of sleep we lose in worry is honored by God.

Our kids will likely never know the cost associated with good mothering. They'll never know the vacation we didn't take because high school football participation now costs 1k a year. Single/divorced mamas, they'll never know the dates we didn't go on or the relationship you gave up because we wanted to be present with your kids. They'll never know all the times we put aside our feelings and squelched our own tears to make sure their needs were met. But God notices, and he's so faithful. Every good effort and seed planted will be reaped in your child's life.

This truth can be polarizing and difficult to reconcile since we all know a few adult children raised in Christian homes who are not walking with the Lord. It's disheartening. But we also never know the inside workings of other people's family lives, and we also know it's never too late for salvation. We need to stand on Proverbs 22:6's promise that when we "train up a child in the way that he should go; when he is old, he will not depart from it." 

As a pastor's kid who went completely AWOL in my teenage and early adult years, I can attest to this personally. I eventually found my way back to the Lord, like the prodigal daughter returning from a very unproductive stint at the University of Central Florida. It's easy to let the fear swallow up every last ounce of faith, but never stop praying and thanking God in advance for your kids remaining close to Him, even if they end up veering, stumbling, or taking the long road home.

Mom's guilt can be crippling, especially in the teen years. We, of course, experienced guilt when they were little, but back then, we were comforted by perpetual affection, adoration, and "I wuv you's" to mend our emotional wounds. Now when we mess up or disappoint them, we're only met with the silent treatment and eye rolls. Brutal. We need to remind our hearts daily that we're trying our best and that our kids are going to be okay. We've made terrible decisions, regretted mistakes, and let down each of our kids through the years in one form or another. This is parenthood.

We've over-disciplined and under-disciplined. We've failed to communicate, overreacted, and lost our tempers when we should've taken a breath. We've been selfish, and we've been distracted when they needed us most. The list goes on, which sounds depressing until we re-center on this truth: God is big enough, good enough, and faithful enough to cover our mistakes. He loves our kids more than we do, and he won't let our teens perish because we instituted the wrong dating rules or put them in public school too early. He's not keeping a single record of wrong against us, and He sees and cares about the weight of our love burden. He wants us to forgive ourselves and enjoy our kids without being inflicted by constant pangs of shame. Your kids are going to make it. And you are, too. One awkward hug at a time.