“Mother’s of teenagers know why animals eat their young.” This is a quote we’ve all seen often enough on funny bumper stickers and t-shirts and the like. It’s always made me laugh, but now that I’ve become the mother of a teenager – I think I might understand it a little better!

So when did my cute, dear little boy – turn into me. I was the teenager with the attitude – the only one who would talk back to my parents and all that, and now that’s my son! I always talk about me turning into my father, but I never realized that my children would turn into me!

My son turned thirteen in June, and it seems like ever since then he’s suddenly become a mouthy, insolent teenager. What happened to the sweet little boy who used to cuddle up on my lap and tell me how much he loved me? Now he spends ninety percent of his time locked away in his bedroom.

The worst part is, I remember being like that too. My family had taken to calling me “the mole” because I was always locked in my bedroom. What I don’t remember is what I did in my room for so much time. I know what my son does, heck, he’s got a TV, DVD, satellite, computer, PS2, Gamecube, PSP, Gameboy… etc. But at his age buy brand acomplia all I had was a boom box, so what exactly did I do in my room… Oh wait, it’s coming to me now – I had a telephone.

So how are we supposed to deal with teenage attitudes? Yell and scream a lot like my mother did? Or threaten to take off ‘the belt’ like my father did?

I don’t really like either drugs online without prescription of those options, as I do remember slightly what it was like to be that age.

How do you handle your teenagers?