I am now convinced that God gave us the privilege to raise teenagers as a torture mechanism! My 17-year son Tony, who will be 18 tomorrow, does not have a brain. If he does have a brain he hasn't learned how to use it yet. He has a job, but never any money; he steals gas from the lawn mower to gas up his truck and never has gas in his truck. He graduates next Wednesday and waits until today to tell me he needs money or he can't get his cap and gown for graduation. Really? How long has he known about this? A month, this child drives me up a wall. He never calls to say, Hey mom how are you, it's always, mom, I need!
I love him dearly but sometimes I just don't understand him at all and pray that God will give me the strength not to slap him.
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