It’s not like it I had some well laid-out, closely planned strategy.
To raise teens who were responsible human beings.
Really, unpacked, the one strategy I did have was simply survival.
But it worked.
The age span from our oldest child to our youngest is sixteen years. Our firstborn, daughter Madison, was wrapping up getting her driver’s license right around the time we told her we were expecting Baby #7. Which turned into Baby #7…and Baby #8. Twins. And just for funzies, we threw in a move to a completely new city five weeks before the twins were born.
Madison had a really small window in which to churn in some teen angst. And then we had to get on with life.
College application process?
Good luck with that, darling oldest child. I’ll be over here wrangling newborns and toddlers.
Boyfriend issues? (keep reading>>>)