#Blogtober17 day 20 – Teenagers – Mummascribbles

I have been lacking in inspiration for today’s #Blogtober topic of teenagers. It’s been a long time since I’ve been a teen myself, I don’t have to parent teens (yet!) and I didn’t think it was appropriate to write a whole blog post about my nephew (who for the record is a pretty cool teen!).

So, I took to my blogging community to ask them the question:

What were your best / worst part of being a teenager?

For me, the best part was the lack of responsibility! I mean, as teens, we don’t really have to worry about too much. Teenage years can be hard, but once big relationships and children come along, it makes us look back and realise they were actually pretty easy years to deal with (in comparison).

The worst part? I think that would have been the pressure. Ok, so we didn’t have to worry about paying the mortgage or keeping children alive but the pressure on teens is immense. As a teenage girl, I always felt like I needed to try and be popular. I wasn’t in the most popular gang but I certainly knew them and they me. And the bitchiness is just awful in school – one minute you were best friends with someone and the next minute you would cross the road if they were coming towards you in the street. Gosh, it was horrible!

So, what did my fellow bloggers have to say about their best and worst bits?

I loved how much ambition and determination I had as a teen! I truly believed the world was my oyster and I could do anything I wanted. I miss that optimism. I wish I had the same drive and fearlessness now. But I DON’T miss those teen hormones – mood swings galore! My poor parents…

Little Pickles Mom

The best thing was sleep. I could easily sleep until 1 in the afternoon. I struggle to sleep in past 7 now!

Household Money Saving

Feeling grown up yet having none of the responsibilities!

Twinderelmo

Best thing was having a Saturday job and feeling so rich but only because I didn’t have any bills to pay! Worst thing was the state of my skin!

Thrifty Mum

The best thing was summers. I felt like they’d never end and it would always be like that and that I’d be friends with my friends forever. The worst was the lack of confidence in who I was. I thought I was fat compared to my friends, didn’t feel good enough and completely lacked my own identity. Wasn’t until I hit my 30’s I realised their opinions didn’t matter anyway.

Slimsights

Zits. Worst. Thing. Ever. Inch-thick foundation attempting (failing) to cover them up … nightmare.

Pack The Pj’s

Best – thinking you could change the world. Worst – not having a clue where to start.

Things are pretty much the same now 😂