There was a nice teenager. Actually- there IS a nice teenager. He lives at my house

Don’t get me wrong- I’m not bragging- I’m as thankful and surprised as the next person. I point it out purely because I hear so many people say “Oh well- he/she is a teenager- the attitude comes with the territory”.. Hmph.  No,  it doesn’t. I know so because I have physical proof Not only can we still communicate fairly successfully- he just brought his second high school report card home- and made the honor roll again. Somebody pinch me…Could it be?

Everyone told me he’d be a complete jerk by now…

and though he’s taller than me… and knows a whole lot more about algebra than I’ll ever know…and can legally drive with an adult in the car… he’s still the same great person he’s always been. I think people are quick to excuse behavior they don’t want to take the time to correct because so often it starts at home- and after all- kids learn best by watching you live the example you want them to follow…  So far, so good. We ask a lot, but he’s happy to oblige- and we sure appreciate him and the great example he sets for his siblings.

which makes me the happiest mom-of-a-teenager, ever.