Trying to keep my sanity in a house full of manly ball-scratching, burping, farting, and raised toilet seats.
Trying to keep my sanity in a house full of manly ball-scratching, burping, farting, and raised toilet seats. 
I’m sure everyone is familiar with the saying “Bro’s before hoes”. And I’m sure many of you are nodding your head in agreement. But when do you (men, that is) decide that the woman is in fact not a hoe and, therefore, must come before the bro’s?
This past weekend my 12 year old son faced this challenging choice.
It was Friday and I was picking him up from school at... 
I’m really not that old (although my 12 year old would beg to differ), but I’m about to start this post like a grandparent would start off telling a story about when they were younger, so bear with me.
Ok, here it goes…..When I was younger, ugh that left a nasty taste in my mouth, when anyone wanted to fight (you know the infamous “I’ll meet you behind the school”... 
For all those who say that teens are incapable of being in love because they are too young, too immature, too whatever…then you must have never had the pleasure of being in love when you were a teenager.
Why do parents tell their kids….”oh hunny it’s just puppy love, you have no idea what being in love is?” Or they talk about being in love as if it’s something that... 
Just when I was starting to feel pretty good about myself and my “mothering” capabilities, alas, I am bitch slapped back to reality.
The notion that one of your children could be a mean spirited individual or a bully is a devastating thought. After all, what does that say about you? But worse then that, is the shock of learning that your child, the one who is generous and charming, attentive... 
I have to say that I am very fortunate to have such great communication with my 14 year old son. Although at times, I do question his openness with me and wish he wouldn’t tell me certain gross manly moments, and I’m referring specifically to those that occur with the body (if you have or have had adolescent boys then you know what I’m talking about…but if not perhaps I’ll... 
“Grab your balls and pull her to the side and explain to her your side of the story.”
That was the text message I sent to my 11 year old (albeit he was about three feet in front of me, but surrounded by his friends, I was not going to embarrass him). It was the day of his promotion ceremony to 6th grade and we had linked up with some other moms and their children at the bowling alley for some... 
My journey into motherhood began when I was 17 years old. Today, I am the mother of two teen boys, 15 and 13, and I am one of the only moms "blogging" about raising teen boys. On this blog, which I like to call a "blogory", I share my candid, poignant, sometimes humorous, but always real, short stories about my stumbles through parenthood as a young mother raising two teen boys while coping with living in a house full of testosterone. My parenting philosophy revolves around honest, no holds barred communication, where no topic is off limits, mixed with an enormous sense of humor. Peace Out! -Natasha Olivera
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