Soooo, I'm a parent to a preteen. Should I be scared? I am! Aggggh! Okay, when I can say I'm a parent to a teenager I will officially feel old. I can see older people than me just rolling their eyes right now. To them I say, don't you remember that feeling too? I can't believe it because today Chaz turned 12. 12 years since I became a mom. It was the scariest day of my life and I'm not exaggerating. I had no idea what to do with a little one and had never really taken care of any babies. I felt it was a crime for anyone to let me take this little guy home from the hospital. I called the doctor every week with a new question, sometimes several times a week. Now Chaz is twelve and I'm wondering how to navigate the teens years that are coming. Oh well. We'll have this conversation next year on this day. For now, he's still my baby. Heh heh. Don't tell him I said that.
My question is, what will it be like to parent an Aspergers teen? That is one thing I don't want to be told about. I thought it'd get easier as they get older but it doesn't. If anything, it's gotten much harder. I'm glad no one told me that back when Chaz was six and I was new to the word Aspergers. I had to take just one day at a time back then. Today, I just love my son with the good days and the bad days. He's funny, challenging, and keeps me on my toes. For real! Ha ha! I love you, Chaz.
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My very mild 1st born is 12-1/2...and he certainly has his moments! :-) Not sure how I'll handle when my very aggressive, active, extra needs 5-year-old is that old!
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