Tonight I wanted to share a poem I wrote in high school. It is strange how your children repeats your patterns. My 16 year old daughter thinks that she wants to marry her boyfriend of 10 months and to have a baby. I try to talk to her and tell her what she would need in order to have a baby and it is best to wait until after college.
However, because I was misjudged for my PTSD by the court system, my children live with there dad who lets them run the streets and be with boys, etc. I have no control of what she does all I can do is hope and pray that our talks get through to her.
I remember the feelings I felt at 18 years old so I understand what she is going through. Now I know what my parents went through. Have you had anything like this happen with your kids?