Dear Reader,
This isn’t a letter intended for my teenager. Why? Because, let’s face it, teens typically don’t care for heartfelt notes from their parents. Instead, this is a candid reflection meant for you.
My son just celebrated his 16th birthday, and similar to his earlier milestones at 5, 10, and 13, this one felt particularly meaningful. Yet, it wasn’t merely the age that struck me; there was a palpable sense of something brewing within me leading up to this day.
When my son turned 13, I penned him a letter that encapsulated a whirlwind of feelings. It was like having a swarm of bees buzzing in my chest—restlessly alive, not stinging but moving with urgency. At first, it felt like anxiety, but it quickly morphed into a sense of anticipation.
As the days unfolded, I found myself reflecting deeply on my emotions. With teenagers in the house, there’s ample time for contemplation but limited opportunities for conversation. So, I sat with those buzzing feelings, observing them closely. There was certainly excitement, mingled with uncertainty and a tinge of sadness. I still don’t fully understand what it all means, but I’ve chosen to hold onto it because, sometimes, that’s all you can do when faced with the unknown.
When the big day arrived, I felt an overwhelming rush of words trapped inside me, reminiscent of the grief I felt when my mother passed. The urge to express myself was strong, yet it felt futile because no one was there to listen. Perhaps those bees represented the things I wanted to say.
Unfortunately, my son’s 16th birthday turned out to be rather low-key. It landed on a school day, and he opted against a party with friends. Family dinners were off the table due to a chaotic schedule, and I doubted it would have been enjoyable with our two-year-old twins around.
Isn’t 16 supposed to be a monumental occasion? I thought so, too. Instead, I gifted him a gym membership for some independence and started a retirement account for his future. Then I treated him to a slice of cookie cake and took him to an R-rated film that focused on mental health—his choice.
The car rides were filled with silence, which felt awkward for me, but I was determined to respect his space and simply be there for him. It felt good to practice the art of sitting side by side in quiet companionship, allowing him to simply exist. I thought I was doing well until he corrected my use of the word “commodity” during our conversation about the film.
Once we returned home, my husband was already asleep, and my son disappeared to shower. I was left standing alone in the dark, grappling with my mixed feelings after a thought-provoking movie and a peculiar debate with my almost-adult son. Just me and those buzzing bees.
At that moment, I realized those bees were a metaphor for my unexpressed thoughts and emotions. They were desperate to escape, but I held them back, knowing they were laced with sadness.
So why am I sharing all this with you? Honestly, it’s because I can’t contain the bees any longer. As Maya Angelou wisely said, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” The burden of these thoughts became too heavy to bear.
I believe it’s time we openly discuss the challenges of this phase of motherhood. It is undeniably tough. The relationships we have with our teenage sons can be fraught with difficulties. Love is abundant—there’s no shortage of it from my end. However, it doesn’t matter how much affection you pour into your relationship if your teen isn’t receptive to hearing it.
It doesn’t matter if your teenager is chatty or reserved, or if you once shared a close bond that now feels distant. Love may weigh a ton in your heart, but it doesn’t always translate into connection.
If you’re knee-deep in these struggles and feeling isolated, you’re not alone. Other parents are wrestling with the same challenges, even if they don’t openly show it. Many are grappling with the complexities of engaging with their teens, often feeling like they’re navigating a hornet’s nest.
If you wonder why it seems other parents are coping effortlessly as they witness their teens face difficult moments, know that they are likely feeling just as troubled—perhaps bewildered or even panicked. Watching your child grow and navigate life’s lessons is no easy feat.
And if you’re concerned about the widening gaps in your relationship, you’re not the only one. Many are feeling the strain, and some may not even realize the gap exists.
But remember, this phase is temporary. Things will evolve, and I assure you, this too shall pass.
Thank you for letting me share my thoughts. I think I’m ready to write that letter to my son now, expressing the depth of my love for him, even if he won’t fully grasp it until later on in his life.
Stay strong, fellow mothers. You’ve got this!
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Summary:
Raising a teenager can feel overwhelming, like a swarm of bees in your chest—full of anticipation, uncertainty, and unexpressed emotions. This reflective piece explores the complexities of motherhood during this challenging phase, emphasizing that many parents grapple with similar feelings. Ultimately, love persists even when it feels distant, and this period, though difficult, will eventually pass.