For my teens...

I think there has been some confusion about my role in your life, so I thought I would clarify a bit.

WHO I AM NOT:
I am not your voluntary chauffeur.  I don't deserve to drive you 5-6 hours round-trip TWICE in three days without some form of thanks (even a friendly nod would suffice).
I am not your personal ATM.  I don't deserve to hear complaints if I haven't yet made it to the bank or comments about the amount you are given (and let me emphasize GIVEN, because really, you do very little to earn it right now).
I am not Motel 6.  I do leave a light on for you, but I also expect you to be considerate and honor any set curfew.  No late check-in policy.
I am not a mosquito buzzing around your head.  I don't deserve to be told on a daily basis how I only make you angry or how annoying I am simply because I ask questions and want to know what is going on in your life.
I am not your cellphone provider.  I have every right to ask you who you are talking to/texting/snap-chatting, or whatever.  I pay the bill to the actual service provider, which also means I should expect timely responses when I attempt to contact you via phone, text, or whatever.
I am not your pro bono laundress.  The least you can do is bring your clothes to the laundry room and sort them when dirty, and put them away when they are clean.

WHO I AM:
I am the one who carried you inside my body for at least 39 weeks and then nourished you for at least 9 months after your birth.  You've heard it before, but I'm pretty sure it bears repeating.
I (along with your daddy) am the one who has made sure you have eaten every day of your life, clothed you, and provided for all of your needs, and most of your wants.
I am the one who has made every effort to know and love your friends, because I love you.
I am the one who holds you accountable because I WILL NOT stand by and watch you squander your God-given gifts just because you are a "teenager."
I am your biggest fan.  I am the one who has consistently tried to be at every possible event in your life, except when sick or unable to get away from work.
I am the one who wants what is best for you-what God has for you-HIS BEST. I have tried to always teach you about Him, His love, and His grace. I know I fail daily, but I have always tried.
I am your mama, and I deserve to be treated with respect...not disdain, not condescension, not indifference, not sarcasm...RESPECT.