Oh my how you drive me crazy. You know everything and nothing at the same time. How do you do that? You make me laugh every time you say, "back when I was little." Your little brother irritates you just by saying your name. You get mad at me every time I say good morning to you.
You now hate all the nicknames we have called you your whole life. I call you punkin and you flip out. I call you Reese's Pieces and you tell me to stop. I call you baby and you look at me like I have three heads.
Your dad looked up current teenage slang to try to connect with you. He said things like: Lit, Gucci, Dope, Hundo and that did nothing but embarrass you. You promptly requested that he nor I ever talk like that again.
You hate everything I cook for dinner. I refuse to cook 3 different meals, so you cook for yourself but your knowledge is limited which makes your diet pretty much mac and cheese with chicken nuggets.You want to be independent yet you don't understand when I want to teach you how to take care of yourself.
You have had zero interest in driving, until we went to drive go carts and you realized if you had your drivers license you could have driven the "adult" go carts. But later that evening you got scared when I pulled into traffic and changed your mind. You are still unsure.
You don't like babies or little kids because you say they are too expensive and they cry too much.
Your room stinks. Your laundry basket is always full. There is always a hole in your new shoes.
But as much as you drive me crazy, I am also so proud. You my darling child have so much love in your heart. You will do almost anything for your friends. You have offered them money, you earned, when you found out they were going through a rough patch. You take your cousin to McDonald's and buy him lunch every chance you get. You spent your own money on your brothers birthday present on something he would actually like. You made sure I was taken care of when I wasn't feeling well. You volunteer your time to help those in need. You offered your phone up when the one we were going to give your cousin got lost.
You are growing up despite my prayers for you to stay little for just a bit longer. You have your own ever evolving beliefs and thoughts. Even though I may not agree with them, you still choose to share them with me and for that I am grateful.
16 is a hard awkward age and I have come to the realization that we will be in that spot between knowing everything and nothing at the same time for the foreseeable future.