Mothering a Teen: Somewhere Between a Hug and a Hurricane
- Michele Renee
- Jul 9, 2025
- 3 min read
Mothering a Teen: Somewhere Between a Hug & a Hurricane 🚨💖
Originally Posted October 2, 2015
Tonight’s thoughts hit deep 🥺✨ after a sweet convo between my cousin and her daughter 👩👧 It had me reflecting on my own journey raising my beautiful teenage daughter, Marisa 💕
👑 Mamas… parenting a teen is like holding your baby and letting her go at the same time 🥹💔 From 8-year-old cuddles 🧸 to 18-year-old eye rolls 🙄 the love only gets deeper 💗
My Miley is eight year.s old, she is full of curiosity and creativity, and tonight's reflections led me to wonder what it really feels like to raise a teenager once again… especially as someone who’s already lived through it with my oldest.
Miley is hilarious, determined, endlessly affectionate, and still wants to cuddle. She's my last baby, so I cherish every moment I can. 🤍🥰
Eight is a magical age the age when I started remembering life clearly. I remember feeling like the world was full of unanswered questions and unstoppable energy. As a parent now, I often find myself just trying to keep up with that boundless fire in my child. 🌟🤝
At that age, everything felt intense. I vividly recall how a girl flipping her hair with attitude could feel like the end of the world. Today, I can’t even remember who she was or why I was so upset. But back then, I was convinced happiness would come once I could grow up and do whatever I wanted… (Spoiler: we adults still don’t get that!) 🤦♂️😂
I thought my parents knew everything. And now? Now I'm the mom still winging it, still wondering, but doing it with love. 👨🌾💜
Marisa is now 18, and parenting her through the teenage years has taught me more about life, love, and faith than I ever expected.
When I look at her now, I still see that same little girl with the fierce heart and bright eyes. 💗
She still has that spark ✨ but now it’s louder, stronger, and sometimes way more passionate than I’m ready for 😅🔥 They feel things 500x harder, and girl, they argue like little lawyers in lip gloss 💄⚖️
With Teenagers everything is amplified.
Her emotions run deep. Her pain is sharper. She’s standing face-to-face with the world, and I can no longer protect her with a bowl of ice cream and a bedtime story. I sit with her. I cry with her. I pray beside her. We’ve spent evenings in Adoration, praying for the same things in different ways. 🙏🙏🌠
We’ve cried together 😢
We’ve prayed together 🙏
We’ve grown together 🌱👩👧
Teenagers argue with conviction and I’ve noticed that the older I get, the less I fight back. Because it’s not about being right anymore. It’s about listening, guiding, and sometimes letting go. Their passion is intense.
Their urgency is real. They feel like they’re running out of time and have everything to prove.
She may laugh at how “uncool” I am 😂💀 and I may never use her slang the right way (#SorryNotSorry 😎), but I’ll always be her biggest fan 🎉👊
Watching her chase dreams, survive heartbreaks 💔, and lean on her faith 🙌 that’s my mama trophy 🏆
To all the moms out there raising teenagers hold on tight 🌀 Celebrate the chaos 🎉
Embrace the emotions 🩵 And never stop being their safe place 🏡💕
Love you forever, Marisa 💕 You’re everything I prayed for and more 🌈
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