TEENAGE EXUBERANCE- A MOTHER'S NIGHTMARE-PART ONE

TEENAGE EXUBERANCE- A MOTHER’S NIGHTMARE

       It’s a lovely day; the culmination of 9 months of gestation and 12 hours of labor. A child is born, a baby delivered and an atmosphere of joy saturates the hospital room. A joy, it is, reflected by broad smiles on the face of the recuperating mother, and laughter in the deep manly voice of a proud father, as his friends say to him, “congratulations-you have done it”. Subsequently, there is so much celebration in the family at the arrival of this new born into a world so enigmatic and dynamic.

       Exactly 12 months later, it’s the baby’s first birthday celebration, and everyone especially the mother is so elated at how her little child has grown to be so cute and lovely. Then a few years later it’s time for Pre-school, and then Kindergarten, and later Middle school; the child still remains mummy’s little angel and daddy’s favorite child- it’s obedient, respectful, humble, listens to teachers, does home works, doesn’t stay up late and is the best student in class. Some more years following, the child turns THIRTEEN; a teenager and prospective High-school student. At thirteen it remains mummy’s little angel and daddy’s favorite child-as lovely as ever.

       Possessing so much intelligence, talent and character, the gates of High school flings open to the child and so do the doors of the TEENAGE WORLD. There is a distraction; to resist the pressure, overcome the pull of the crowd, face studies and remain good, or to compromise, join the crowd, take a deep plunge into the ocean of ADOLESCENCE and the waters of the TEENAGE AGE- it’s a hard choice; one which will either make or mar the child. Then there is the BIOLOGICAL PRESSURE of raging SEX HORMONES, surging within the child like the Victoria Falls of Zimbabwe. The child begins to experience an unusual attraction to the opposite sex, hence the thoughts of the desire to fulfill the lust of the flesh preoccupies the mind of the child. At this point nothing is left of its goodness; very little is seen of mummy’s little angel and daddy’s favorite child is no where to be found.

 TO BE CONTINUED
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