Teen hood is always hard. being a fairly young parent of a small tribe, i can still relate to the pressures of seeking an identity,defending my choices, and changing my mind everyday. One minute i wanted to be a police the next I wanted to be a robber. One minute a lover the next a fighter. One minute standing for something the next falling for anything. Decisions,decisions,decisions. My self esteem up and down according to how the majority  perceived me.

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While attending high school I was Dave the non-existent. After dropping out of high school

and attending the Philadelphia Job Corps I graduated to Dave the man, during my first marriage at the young age of eighteen I felt Like Dave the irresponsible loser, ended up Dave the jailbird.

I went on and on as an example. I myself was more level headed and understanding then most teens yet i still had problem after problem with maturing and accepting life as is. my mother didn’t like what she was seeing she moved all the time trying to find a decent place to call home and raise three girls and one boy.

She would talk to me about patience and reality. She taught me to play chess, and push-ups was my punishment for a long time. she just wanted to raise a strong mentally fit and loving man. i know because that’s what she ended  up with. She was always there but never a pushover. When i finally did wise up, I found myself sounding just like her or making the good decisions she made when it comes to my family.

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Long story short. we were all children. Some of us chose to learn the hard way. It brought our loved ones pain and misery. it brought us Loneliness and confusion. But during those lost and confused moments survival instincts come to life and a person resorts to what they know best. at these moments they will remember what their parents taught them and they will need guidance. please teach your children that you love them and will always give them the support and guidance they need.