I wrote this when son number three was 12. I still have one more 12 to survive… Pray for me.
That’s right, I almost killed him.
If you just sucked in all your breath thinking, “How can she say that?” then I can tell you’ve never had a 12-year-old son, or your sweet little boys are under the age of ten.
Now, of course, I would never harm my children.
I adore them and see them as precious gifts from the Lord on High. This, however, doesn’t stop them from fighting, arguing, rolling their eyes, huffing and puffing, backtalking, second-guessing, and testing the limits of my love, patience, and self-control daily.
Twelve is a funny age.
As a mom of five sons, I would testify in a court of law that nothing tests a mom more than a 12-year-old son. Nothing. I mean NOTHING.
- Do you have a hormonal 12-year-old boy (maybe 11-14)?
- Are you at your witts end with that hormonal pre-man?
- Are you looking for a way to reach his heart and pull him safely through the adolescent gauntlet that taunts him day and night?…