The way you completed my heart. An open letter to my teenage son, from Mom: As we wrap up another school year (7th and 11th grades), I can’t help but feel nostalgia, excitement, sadness and pride, all at the same time with my teenage boys. Fancy that. And when it does happen I can’t wait to see your little heart fill with love. Plonk yourself on the lounge as close as you can, a head on my chest. Those 16 years are not lost! Sign Up.

Never stop talking. My particular 13-year-old is a major handful; however, he is also fueled by sweetness and affection. Plonk yourself on the lounge as close as you can, a head on my chest. You’ve coped admirably well. Their lessons extend way beyond the field and the classroom. He still is. Pushing the boundaries, pushing my buttons, yet pulling on my heart strings all at the same time.You’re on that bridge, as the late Celia Lashlie says, that bridge of adolescence which you must cross into manhood. Jodi Nielsen for me. Boys who’d barely say a word now happy to chat, even when you’re not around. For the most part. My TRUE TALE for today is a bit unique, because it involves me writing a letter to my son, whom I re-connected with in 2013 after being estranged from him for about three years. I can breathe!Read exclusive content when you get YTM delivered to your door.Receive our weekly newsletter with the latest articles, media, and resources.

My most cherished moments now are when you reach out for me. Other mothers tell me their sons just shrug and grunt. I silently walked upstairs and hand-delivered it to his lap. But they exhaust me.Then, in a flash of brilliance while enduring the repercussions of a complete meltdown by my 13-year-old, I decided to write a letter to my angry son. You’ll make mistakes. Your mates know I’m here for them, but you can tell them again.

After several breaths and some soft music of my choice, I wrote the letter (below). Promise me that.

A Letter to My Teenage Son: My Job is to be a Good Parent. A Letter To a 14-Year-Old Daughter. bernasvibe says: May 31, 2013 at 10:26 pm. ahhh you know in my teenage year, I remember being so terrible….now this posting has made realized how much I love my mom and now as a mother myself I am scare for my little ones and I pray that my heavenly father will help me write such sentiment words as you have shared with us. You won’t remember the way I proudly watched you everywhere we went, you were always the most beautiful boy in the room to me. Young men who I’d be happy to welcome into my home at any time. Your perceptiveness. We’ve always had a … Both of you will probably never understand that. Two birthdays, yours and your sister's, Mother’s Day, celebrating all that matters all at the same time.You’re 15.

Giving him a chance to regroup without the additional stimulation of my harsh, stern voice worked wonders for both of us. Just work really hard to be respectful and kind. You’ll realise that one day.I don’t think you realise how lucky you are to have such a great bunch of mates. Never shut anyone out.When you were younger, not so much a hulking boy-man, you used to come and crawl into bed beside me. Except when you're with a woman, but you already know that because you are already a good man. I like the way we can speak the truth to each other. Some part of you had to be touching me. I’m tired. Find whatever it is that defines you. You’ll treat mates badly, you’ll treat women badly. Don’t feel as though you can’t because it’s not what good men do. No words, just one hug. My baby who’s now close to six foot and shaving.

I mean from the time I became pregnant (all those years ago), I’ve been preparing them to become self-sustaining humans.

You won’t remember the way you made me laugh with all of the silly things you did.
We are currently – and still – strengthening our relationship (YAY!) It’s great watching you work out that the best relationships with women start with being friends. Listen to your footy coaches, listen to your teachers. Where did those 15 years go? I am not suggesting that writing a letter to your teenage son will turn him into a love-bug. And no matter how far that bridge stretches, it will always be there. It’s been an added bonus watching your mates grow up alongside you. It’s been a blessing to watch your relationship with him grow these past few years, even from afar. I have been crying myself to sleep almost every night.