Baptism by FIre

Allow me to remind (or inform) the reader that I do not have children of my own.  I mean, I have a beautiful feline that has been my baby since she was only a few months old, and I have a bonus daughter that I got when I got my husband.  She is 9, about to be ten, (the bonus daughter, not the cat.  the cat is much older) and I got Lily when she was 6.  I always thought it would be great to get a teenager; after all, I am a secondary teacher deep in my heart.

I did not know the anguish, stress and turmoil that came with owning, or rather leasing, a teenager.

Of course we want to give him every opportunity, so my sister got his a baseball glove and her husband began teaching him the game.  Throwing practice, batting cages, the works.

That was Sunday.

So much has happened since then,

It's almost as though I don't know where to start.  It's been the biggest adjustment of my life.  Bigger than the 30 day detox.  Bigger than the 16 mile hike.  I have to remind myself his adjustment is bigger.

Tonight there were tears, mine not his.  This week I have learned I am overwhelming, I cannot stop talking and I am a complete control freak.  What I will do with this information is yet to be seen.