Five Ways to Love Raising Teenagers

Five Ways to Love Raising Teenagers - The Glorious Table

Her words were the opposite of what I was used to hearing. I had a baby in my arms and only one hand free to herd my other kids—eight, seven, and three-year-old twins—out the doors of the church sanctuary. Phyllis caught up to me with a smile.

“You are so lucky! My favorite part of being a mom was having two teenagers in my house, and you get to have all these!” she said.

There wasn’t any pity or the “Just wait until they are teenagers—you’re in for it” warning I had come to expect from observers of my little circus. Instead, her eyes glittered with excitement as she recounted fond memories of being a mom of teens. She left me with a conspiratorial squeeze and a hopeful spin on the future.

Now I know where that sparkle in Phyllis’s eye came from. I’ve learned to love having a houseful of teenagers and I’ve got some tricks to pass on to help you feel the same.

Head over to The Glorious Table to read my five tips to make life with your teens awesome!

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