I’m taking a book themed break to vent my frustrations in raising our 14 year old son. I’d like to inform the person who said “raising boys is so much easier than girls” that they are indeed full of crap!!
Ok, it’s less drama and emotion on one front, but there is so very much other junk that I could pull my hair
My son, the darling boy, is charming, intelligent, and just a bit too confident in himself. He has become the joker, the prankster, the talker and the list goes on as to his behavior in school. Moving him from Catholic school in 7th grade was a choice we made based on his academic needs, he was not being challenged and we knew the more advanced program public school offered could do that for him. Last year moved along well with his grades, but he began to be a bit too big for his britches as my momma would say. He was popular, with all the kids, he was attractive to the girls and cool to the boys. He was funny, you get the picture right? We began to get phone calls about his incessant talking, I blamed it partly on boredom, he’s a quick learner. Then when the calls changed to interrupting teachers and disturbing other’s learning and then to disrespectful I began to worry….who was this child? We had several conferences and he finished out the year with very good grades but poor behavior and he was not invited back to the Pre-AP program he had been put in. UGH.
Eighth grade began with us lecturing him about being in Advanced classes, and how they should be challenging but he was capable but that the students might not be as motivated to succeed etc. We warned him of his past behavior and said each year is like a new start, a new chapter in life to write. Clearly my son decided to repeat his poor choices. This year has been filled with emails and phone calls from teachers and the disciplinary Dean. He has had before school detentions, Saturday School, and one day suspension. His offenses range from talking in class, suspected cheating(he was found not guilty), texting during school, disturbing another class while having his picture taken for the yearbook, and the suspension for goofing around with 2 other boys who were, for lack of a better phrase, hitting each other in the balls. I’ve been told from my husband this is typical boy behavior but in a school it’s grounds for a suspension, no one touches anyone in that way!(really??). He also forged my signature on a paper, I caught that one. He has lied or failed to disclose all of the truth on several occasions.
I never thought I’d be one of those parents who is defending her child and asking for leniency for my misunderstood angel. I’m really not either, we’ve told Nick to accept his school given punishments and we’ve added many of our own. When dealing with a young teen the best ways to punish are to take away privileges, cell phone, lap top, movies, etc. We’ve done them all. We’ve also told him how disappointed we are in him, this one would bring tears to my girls, but doesn’t seem to do enough to Nick. I do feel my son has earned a bad label, the troublemaker, and he will have to live with it 8 more weeks and then once again as he moves onto High School he has the chance to write his new chapter again. I am frustrated that my very intelligent otherwise caring son has morphed into this poorly behaved teen. No he’s not carrying drugs or weapons to school. He’s not drinking or getting girls pregnant. He’s not failing any classes, he’s not hanging out with kids who steal or vandalize. What my son has become is the class clown, he’s funny, he’s quick witted, but he also takes things too far, doesn’t know when to keep his mouth quiet and his hands to himself.
My son will not be permitted to attend the 8th grade trip to Universal Studious next month, he will not be permitted to attend the Spring Dance(he missed last year too). While I want to cry out, oh come on, he’s not really that bad, I am again faced with the realization that at all stages in life there are rules we abide by, and we accept the consequences, even with they suck. Sorry I just couldn’t thinking of a better word.
I feel better now. I do not know how my husband feels right now. I’m kind of turning to him for the next in home punishments…..you might want to think of Nick, because Kevin is not nearly as nice as I am.