Pray for my Daughter Stephanie.

[FenwickHockey65]

Originally Posted by thecamaroguy

You might want to get rid of the rabbit before it turns into 50 rabbits! :P

Can't have 50 rabbits without two rabbits.

[Zabo]

Originally Posted by FenwickHockey65

Can't have 50 rabbits without two rabbits.

Well.. this is where cloning and a xerox machine come in.

Oddly enough, I would take you up on the rabbit offer, Scott.. but 'bama is a bit far. Not to mention Christine might get jealous and decide to blow a head gasket to get attention.

[Tanner]

This is something I found on the internet years ago. I changed it somewhat to fit me and sent it to my Mom for Mothers Day a few years ago. I read it at her funeral last October.

The Meanest Mom

I have the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. To this day when I go to other peoples homes to eat and not like something that is served, I eat it and act like I love it because my mom had the gall to teach me to respect the hard work other people put into food. I’m just afraid she’ll find out I did not treat other people with respect. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sisters and brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Dad's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends? The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept, my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, and learn to cook, iron and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us, and it nearly did. By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a friend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

She even embarrassed me on a Boy Scout Bike trip by making my Dad go buy me a new 10 speed bike because I was the only one that still had a one speed stingray. They even caught up with our troop on the road and forced me to ride that new big 10 speed bike instead of my little stingray.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. She actually made me sit down and work on my Eagle Scout award. She even made sure I achieved the rank of Eagle Scout. The city embarrassed me by putting this achievement on the Bank marquee. I even got letters from Senators and Governors congratulating me, how embarrassing. My name was even put on a piece of paper and flown to the moon and back because of her making me achieve Eagle Scout, how embarrassing. How could she do this to me?
Out of five children, most of us attained some higher education. One of my brothers and I served our time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things I missed. I never got to march in a protest parade, or to take part in a riot, and a million and one other things that my friends did.

She made us learn how to hunt and fish. Why? How cruel she was. When I was in the Military I broke the record at Fort Dix for the highest score ever at that base for the M-16 rifle. How embarrassing that was to be called out in front of the Battalion and all the officers to get that award. I even placed second overall on the west coast military regional competition. I also got third overall in the nation shooting against Special Forces, FBI, Green Beret and the best the Marines had to offer. How embarrassing, I kept getting called out front of everyone getting awards that year. All because my mother made me learn how to shoot a gun and God forbid loose at anything.

She always made us feel like we were better than others. Can you believe that? She taught us that we not only had to be smart, but we actually had to work hard as well. Because of her, people thought I worked and tried too hard at everything I did. I just didn’t want to get yelled at again by her for not trying as hard as I should have. I was made a Vice President of a Fortune 500 company in New York City because of the things she made me do. Now I have started my own successful company and don’t dare fail as I really don’t want to get yelled at by her anymore.

She forced us to grow up as God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children.

I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

[epd313]

Originally Posted by Scott@Bjorn3D

Problem is she is just hanging out with the loser crowd. All the people she is hanging out with smoke and drink all the time. I just hope the wife sticks to her guns and keeps her grounded for a while and makes her have to earn our trust back.

well, as a police officer i deal with kids like her all the time and worried parents like you. most, not all, but most of the time what you know is only the tip of the iceberg. there are probably drugs involved and sexual activity of some kind. i would have her tested for drugs, just for peace of mind, and as much as i hate to say it....birth control. man i hated to even type that, being a father of a girl myself. the loser crowd is something to be very worried about as well, birds of a feather as they say. i was thinking of that today with my own daughter, who is 22 and not much to be proud of, i can empathize with ya. i would say 90% of kids who hang with losers in school turn out to be losers as adults. on welfare and ssi, give me a break. ssi for punks who pissed away school years f-ing off living for today and now they can't get a job other than fast food so now they want to be labled disabled and live off of society, kind of like a parasite. that is what the liberal, socialistic minded want though...a brainwashed voting base. i digress. good luck, i do hope things turn out for the best, remember, as the step-dad most, if not all, the discipline should come from the mother. good luck

[FenwickHockey65]

She made us learn how to hunt and fish. Why? How cruel she was. When I was in the Military I broke the record at Fort Dix for the highest score ever at that base for the M-16 rifle. How embarrassing that was to be called out in front of the Battalion and all the officers to get that award. I even placed second overall on the west coast military regional competition. I also got third overall in the nation shooting against Special Forces, FBI, Green Beret and the best the Marines had to offer. How embarrassing, I kept getting called out front of everyone getting awards that year. All because my mother made me learn how to shoot a gun and God forbid loose at anything.

Jeez. I wish my mom let me do crap like that. She flipped a sh*t when I bought my air rifle.

[Supermans]

Originally Posted by epd313

well, as a police officer i deal with kids like her all the time and worried parents like you. most, not all, but most of the time what you know is only the tip of the iceberg. there are probably drugs involved and sexual activity of some kind. i would have her tested for drugs, just for peace of mind, and as much as i hate to say it....birth control. man i hated to even type that, being a father of a girl myself. the loser crowd is something to be very worried about as well, birds of a feather as they say. i was thinking of that today with my own daughter, who is 22 and not much to be proud of, i can empathize with ya. i would say 90% of kids who hang with losers in school turn out to be losers as adults. on welfare and ssi, give me a break. ssi for punks who pissed away school years f-ing off living for today and now they can't get a job other than fast food so now they want to be labled disabled and live off of society, kind of like a parasite. that is what the liberal, socialistic minded want though...a brainwashed voting base. i digress. good luck, i do hope things turn out for the best, remember, as the step-dad most, if not all, the discipline should come from the mother. good luck

I did infer in my post about the "other activities" that she might be doing at those types of parties while drunk. That is where all this must stop. I do agree with epd313, she is a minor and you could get her to take a blood test in a physical exam that checks her for drugs and other harmful activities. Liver function, etc.. These are tough times, and I think you are getting great advice from every member of this forum.

["prima"Donna]

Originally Posted by Tanner

This is something I found on the internet years ago. I changed it somewhat to fit me and sent it to my Mom for Mothers Day a few years ago. I read it at her funeral last October.

The Meanest Mom

I have the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. To this day when I go to other peoples homes to eat and not like something that is served, I eat it and act like I love it because my mom had the gall to teach me to respect the hard work other people put into food. I’m just afraid she’ll find out I did not treat other people with respect. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sisters and brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Dad's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends? The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept, my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, and learn to cook, iron and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us, and it nearly did. By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a friend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

She even embarrassed me on a Boy Scout Bike trip by making my Dad go buy me a new 10 speed bike because I was the only one that still had a one speed stingray. They even caught up with our troop on the road and forced me to ride that new big 10 speed bike instead of my little stingray.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. She actually made me sit down and work on my Eagle Scout award. She even made sure I achieved the rank of Eagle Scout. The city embarrassed me by putting this achievement on the Bank marquee. I even got letters from Senators and Governors congratulating me, how embarrassing. My name was even put on a piece of paper and flown to the moon and back because of her making me achieve Eagle Scout, how embarrassing. How could she do this to me?
Out of five children, most of us attained some higher education. One of my brothers and I served our time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things I missed. I never got to march in a protest parade, or to take part in a riot, and a million and one other things that my friends did.

She made us learn how to hunt and fish. Why? How cruel she was. When I was in the Military I broke the record at Fort Dix for the highest score ever at that base for the M-16 rifle. How embarrassing that was to be called out in front of the Battalion and all the officers to get that award. I even placed second overall on the west coast military regional competition. I also got third overall in the nation shooting against Special Forces, FBI, Green Beret and the best the Marines had to offer. How embarrassing, I kept getting called out front of everyone getting awards that year. All because my mother made me learn how to shoot a gun and God forbid loose at anything.

She always made us feel like we were better than others. Can you believe that? She taught us that we not only had to be smart, but we actually had to work hard as well. Because of her, people thought I worked and tried too hard at everything I did. I just didn’t want to get yelled at again by her for not trying as hard as I should have. I was made a Vice President of a Fortune 500 company in New York City because of the things she made me do. Now I have started my own successful company and don’t dare fail as I really don’t want to get yelled at by her anymore.

She forced us to grow up as God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children.

I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

[The Dark Knight]

I would do the tracker thing...just don't tell her it's got one lol

It would have saved the worried hours last night waiting for a response...

["prima"Donna]

I think the problem today is that a lot of parents want to be their kid's "friends''...they want to be the "cool" mom or dad...they want to always have their kids "like" them...they don't know how to tell their kids "NO'' and mean it....

That being said, when my sons were growing up, my husband and I kept a united front against our boys, even if we disagreed with each other, we would discuss the situation AWAY from our kids...

Our kids knew "we meant business" when we doled out a punishment...we always followed through with any threat...and NO, they weren't physical punishments, but privileges taken away and stuff like that...

My husband had a cousin who had a drunken driving accident when he was in his early 20s, and thank God he was the only one involved...well, this poor kid spent the next 20+ years as a brain-damaged quadriplegic in a NURSING HOME until his death a few years ago...he did go to high schools and with his sister "speaking" for him, warned teens about the dangers of drinking and driving...

My sons were teens at the time this cousin died and were profoundly affected by his "story"...my younger son Kevin was particularly affected...

When Kevin was a younger teen and was with friends, HE was the one lecturing his friends about underage drinking and told the story of his cousin...if Kevin went to a party and liquor of ANY kind was served, he left...he has told all his friends not to drink, but if they do, he will be "on call" 24/7 to pick them up and drive them home...he refuses to drink alcohol at all, and hates the fact that his friends sometimes drink and smoke pot...he "lectures them to death"...this makes him quite the "unpopular" kid...

My older son Mark at least waited until he was 21 to drink and does so very responsibly and not very often at all...

Not to brag, but Mark graduated Valedictorian of his high school class and graduated Summa Cum Laude from college with a degree in Computer Engineering and has a good job with a local software company that he interned with in college...he remained loyal to them, even though Microsoft wanted him "desperately"....

My son Kevin graduated high school with honors and is in college now studying Electrical Engineering and has been on the Dean's List every semester, even last fall, when my Dad died and Kevin feared he would flunk out that semester, as he was so very distraught at losing his beloved Grandpa...

I just want to make the point that it's ok for our kids to "hate" us as they are growing up, especially the teen years...it's ok to make the "uncool" decisions now to protect them for the future and to ensure they LIVE to have a future...my husband and I wouldn't be concerned if our kids hated us at times, we just wanted them to have a healthy fear of us, and when they were out in the world, they would "think twice" before doing something stupid...they knew what the consequences would be...

I hope you have taken the time to read my rather long story, and if it helps ANY parent at all, then I will feel that I "did my job" to educate any parents that are facing the very difficult teen years at this time...

I'm always available for any advice or helpful hints if you guys need it...I'm always here for my Camaro5 "family"...I care for all of you and want the best for you and your families...

Scott, "keep the faith" and "hang in there"...you are on the "rollercoaster ride from hell" right now with teens in your life, so HANG ON and HOLD TIGHT................I will also pray for your whole family, as well as my continuing prayers for Steph...

Love to all of you...

[PQ]

Originally Posted by Scott@Bjorn3D

She was smoking before Steph ever got sick. She also pushed the limits before then also. Steph used to be our trouble child, meaning worse that Jackie. But now Steph is slowly working her way to becoming an angel.

Tuff, Tuff situation.

[Nexus6]

whenever i screwed up as a kid i got hard labor.One year during spring break , i was sent to my great uncles house were he worked me like a rented mule.I dont think my hands ever fully recovered from that shovel.

[SSOOCH]

You're too late. You needed to do what I did with my two Daughters. I never potty trained them! That's right. I never have to worry about them being out too late. When a guy takes them out and they **** their pants in his car. He's bringing them back early!!

[Scott@Bjorn3D]

Bump, added picture of Steph and puppy.

[patriotpa]

She looks like one happy kid!
The puppy will be good for her, Scott.