When I was a little girl I was an angel (or so I am told) I was one of those kids every teacher loved and all parents wanted their kids to play with. I don’t mean to brag but seriously I was a pretty bitchin’ kid (I love that word and I think its time to start circulating it again.) I would do things like wrap up my toys and books and give them as gifts to my parents while serving them burned toast and microwave-cooked eggs in bed on a Sunday morning.

But then I turned 13 and as my mother has often described that is when someone else took over my body. “It was like it happened overnight,” my mom said. “You went from being this sweet, agreeable, loveable child to this teenage monster.”

She was right. I went from playing John Denver on my record player to blasting profanities on my tape deck and all the while here was my single mom, just trying to survive. However, looking back she did more than “just survive,” she thrived.

Even when I thought I was getting away with sneaking out and lying about where I was and who I was with, my mom knew my every move and she knew because she cared, she cared more about my safety and well-being than anyone else did in this world and no matter how old I get she is still my biggest protector.

Thankfully, she has eased up from the days of when I was first born and she would request that the people visiting me wear medical masks. “Mom, why do all these people holding me have the Michael Jackson mask on?” I tease. “I just didn’t want you to get anything, I was a little overprotective at first,” she admitted.

I was telling my boyfriend (yes, I have one now) all the horror stories of how I acted as a teenager and as the tales flowed freely out of my mouth I was reminded of what a “B” (rhymes with witch) I was to my mom. There was the time when my eighth-grade graduation invitations didn’t look the way I wanted and I got so upset I jumped out of the car at a stoplight and stormed off. I fully expected my mom to chase me down, but like a good a mom she didn’t (good moms don’t buy into their teenager’s bad behavior.)

There was the time when I was grounded and I was told to go straight home after school and I didn’t because I wanted to watch my then-boyfriend’s water-polo practice. My mom pulled up in the parking lot right as I was about to make-out with my boyfriend after practice. “Get in the car, right now young lady” she said standing behind me, her arms folded. “Why are you here!,” I yelled. “Will you just go away, I hate you!”

I can’t imagine what that must feel like to here those words come from the mouth of a person, who you would give your life for. The person you created and love more than anything else in this world. The person, who you go to work for everyday so you can buy them clothes, put food on the table and a roof over their head. The person you put a smile on your face for even when you feel like breaking down or giving up or walking out.

How did she do it? How do all you mothers out there do it? “Because I love you,” my mother has told me when I have asked.

 

The teenage years passed and today my mom is one of my best friends. I know I might be wasting my words but if there are any teenagers reading this and you have said or are thinking about saying those frightful words I once or probably twice uttered at your age, think about who you are saying it to. She loves you more than you love yourself, probably everything she does that you think is ruining your life, is actually saving your life and besides whether it feels like it or not, you will have the rest of your life to do all the things you think are so important now (like making-out.) Besides it’s way more fun to be described as a bitchin’ teenager then a “B.”

At least I think so.