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’d be concerned if he wasn’t watching porn.”
“That’s my DAWG.”
“I wouldn’t worry; he’s about that age.”
“It’s perfectly fine and normal.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
These are just a few of the classically typical male reactions I have received from various friends when asked what they think of my... 
What? You don’t get text messages from your teens telling you they love you? You know, just letting you know they’re thinking of you, they appreciate you, and everything you do for them just for the hell of it? Not because they want something from you, or because they got in trouble, but simply because they want to let you know they love you, even though they’re in school and... 
When my youngest son turned into a maniacal toddler who would bite, pull hair, scream and rage all over the house, I knew I was in for trouble if I didn’t look for some disciplinary alternatives, particularly since I adamantly refused to spank my children (never have, never will and, as a former child of corporal punishment, I do not see the logic in it). So I turned to “positive... 
About a month ago, my 13-year-old son shared with me the story of a girl in his class who had taken a naked picture of herself and sent it to the boy she liked, who in turn forwarded it to all of his friends. Within less than a day, the photo had been circulated throughout the school and everyone had seen it. This is not a new story and for the most part there are one of two reactions to these types of... 
My 15 yr old son and a few of his friends have a little “hideout”, if you will. It’s a secluded spot in the forest in front of their school that they discovered at the beginning of the school year. My son, being the adventurer that he is, found it to be a perfect building location for their own rudimentary and primitive hangout. Over the months they’ve made it their own,... 
“My daughter is afraid of your son.” My friend said to me as she poured us each a glass of wine.
“Whyyyy?” I was taken aback by the statement. What had my son done to make her daughter afraid of him?
“She thinks he’s a warlock.”
“Ohhhhh.” Now I understood. “Well, maybe she should ask him herself.” I told her.
“She... 
“Mom, would you get mad at me if I got a detention for putting a tampon in a friends backpack?”
I was in the process of making my coffee when my 12 year old came up to me and propositioned me with this very interesting question. I looked up from stirring my coffee and met his eyes. He had a smirk on his face and it took everything in me not to bust out laughing.
“Did you get a... 
Would you let your 15 year old sleep over his female friends’ house? Would you let your 12 year old son sleep over his female friends house? Is there a difference because of the age, or does it not matter? Or does it matter because it’s a boy sleeping over a girls’ house? Certainly we wouldn’t have any problem with our boys sleeping over their guy friends’ houses or... 
“I need Sylvan Learning or something like that.” My 14 year old said to me.
“What the heck for?”
“Cuz I must be retarded!”
This is my sons excuse for poor grades; that he must be retarded. Nice.
Mind you, he’s the one that started the conversation about his grades telling me how disappointed he is in himself. Now, why would you tell me what your grades are... 
Last week I took off with my mom, my baby brother and my godmother on a road trip from Miami to Manchester, New Hampshire. Unfortunately the reason for our trip was to spend time with my aunt (who was like a second mother to me) in her final hours of life. My aunt, who had also suffered and survived polio at a young age, was diagnosed with ALS (a.k.a Lou Gehrigs disease) almost 10 months ago.... 
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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