Writing With a Teenager in The House

Oh my goodness. The teenage years are one heck of a transformation. When my son was little, I necessarily did my writing in snatches or when he was asleep. Young kids need supervision to protect themselves and the household. And since he’s an only child, there haven’t been siblings for him to play with. Now he’s a teenager. The eye-rolling has commenced. His eyes are going to get stuck that way. I’m tempted to tell him that too, just because of the agony it would cause him to have his mother say something so lame.

Now, I think I could close my door and write all day and as long as I came out to feed him and go shopping for more food, he would be almost happy. He would prefer, I think, that I cook dinner and when everything is on the table, that would be my cue to disappear again, to reappear to clean up only after he has left the room. All communication should be by semaphore or maybe text, as long as I don’t text him something lame. Like “Where R U?”

The difficulty now is that I am not comfortable with his apparently preferred method of communication. I would like to know what is going on with him. So I emerge from the writing cave to destroy his peace of mind by staying in the room during dinner and asking him questions about things he might like to do … etc.

And yet, it’s wonderful to watch him becoming his own person. It is my job to tolerate his need for separation while making it clear he must accept some level of parental existence. It’s worth it because every now and then I see these flashes of a brilliant, handsome, thoughtful man, and I am really quite terribly proud of him. He reminds me of how intense emotions are at this age. It’s a good reminder for me and, even, for my writing.


4 Responses to “Writing With a Teenager in The House”

  1. Susan/DC says:

    I remember my sons during those years. They alternated between what I called the John Wayne School of Interpersonal Communication (mostly monosyllabic) and fascinating discourses on their evolving views of the world and their place in it. Ignore the eye rolls and hang on, it just gets better.

    • Carolyn Jewel says:

      Oh, teenagers! Gotta love them, though. Mine is sleeping right now. I <3 him.

  2. kathrine faye says:

    yeah!!! thats right…:)