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Nurturing My Teens

My teens and I



What have I done lately? Not blogging much, I admit. I did spend some time talking to my children. Nurturing them is not always an easy task, but I tried to show my love and support in small ways.


My son picked up a basketball game in the recreation center with other teens last weekend. His school basketball season is over, and he still wants to play for fun, so he played.

A staff phoned me at home to report that he got hurt but not badly. He got into a heated argument with another boy and next thing he knew, he got a blow in the mouth. He decided not to press charges and leave.

He had a bloody lip with a small cut I could not even see well.  Surprisingly, he did not fight back.

I am proud that he was a man not to behave like a bully. Even an older adult would have had a hard time to control himself not to fight back. I told him how proud I am of him for having self-control


My daughter and I spent some quality time hiking one day. It took her a long time to pick the place to go, but when we finally did, it was worth it although we did not reach the top. We decided to turn around because the sun was coming down. We had a good talk as we hiked. She loves the outdoors, and this is how we bonded these days as the weather is nice lately. She still does not want to talk to me about some students bullying her in school but maybe soon. At least she talks to her therapist about it. Oh well.
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  1. we have a saying :
    kleine kinderen kleine zorgen
    grote kinderen grote zorgen

    litterally translated it sais:
    little children little worries
    big children big worries

    But it means :
    Children always worrie us (their parents) and keep us busy

    Have a nice ABC-day / -week
    ♫ M e l ☺ d y ♫ (abc-w-team)
    http://melodymusic.nl/20-n/

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  2. You are absolutely right. The bigger the kids, the bigger the issues, and the bigger the expenses.

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  3. My grands are all teens 18,15,14,13--that is a challenge but they are all centered.
    Ann

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