Super Brother will not clean his room to my standards.
Baller will not clean his room at all.
Princess will clean only a portion of her room, and definitely not the portion that is in the selfies she posts on social media.
I know that snow melts and warm breezes don't last into fall.
I know that puppies turn into dogs, and cute little chickens crap on your patio.
I'm a realist. I've got this. But the fallout between the Princess and the Prince caught me off guard. Mostly, I think because I was in planner, helper, saver mode and somewhere lost my sense of reality. Everyone knows that young love does not often stand the test of time. Then, throw in increased responsibility, immaturity, and a pregnancy, and it's just a recipe for disaster.
Hurtful words were said, ridiculous status were updated (or liked or favorited or whatever they do on the social media it was done on), texts were swapped, and threats were made. It's hard enough wading through a heartbreak with a teenager, but when it is with someone who they are now connected to forever, it's that much more difficult.
Honestly, I don't think they were ever long term relationship bound. They liked each other and they maybe even loved each other, but they were in two seperate places, going in opposite directions. That rarely ever works.
Now, I worry about my little single momma. Now what? Will there be custody and legal fights? Will there be attorneys and court costs? Will she ever trust someone with Peanut? Will anyone ever be good enough for her in my eyes? If they are, will they be good enough for Peanut? Y'all I worry.
It's hard being a parent of a teenager. It's even harder being a parent of a pregnant teenager who broke up with her Prince because after much evaluation, he turned out to be a frog. I want to fix her hurt, and heal her pain. I can't. I've got to let her work through this issue on her own, because that's part of growing up. All I can do, is be there for her and listen as she talks (and suggest she NOT post that on Facebook).
The magic fades, and sometimes a prince turns into a frog. But sometimes, those things are for the best. The reality I see of a young woman determined to be the best mom, supporter, provider, and nurturer there has ever been makes proud. She is ok with doing it by herself, and even the realist in me believes she will succeed beyond even her expectations.
Disclaimer:
The Prince may not actually be a frog. He may, in fact, be a fine Prince. However, he has hurt my Princess, which makes him a royal poo-poo head in my court. I am not saying anyone was right or wrong or the break-up wasn't the best thing for everyone involved. We will continue to insist that everyone be polite to the frog, because he is Peanut's dad. However, we are still allowed to think not nice thoughts when in private.
