My oldest is going to be 30 in Sept. He was tough to raise always had to have the last word. Hated everything but junkfood, dinner was a constant battle. He was a major punk rocker at 16 and 17 with 12 inch multicolored mohawk, black leather jacket or long black trenchcoat, peircing and tatoos when he turned 18. He and my husband fought constantly when he became a teen. I walked on eggshells for years. Now at thirty he has a good job, just got engaged is doing good, he is a nice cleancut person. My middle son is going to be 28 in July, he was a wonderful kid and OK teen, always cleancut. He never argued back, always helped out around the house. He was a hard worker. We only had slight problems with him in High School nothing big. He is now a recovering oxycotin addict. Still living home. Fighting this addiction on a daily basis. My daughter who is 19 was adopted at birth by us. She was a joy to raise, never had any problems in school, never got in any trouble ever. Always polite and respectful, our little angel. And let me tell you she is driving me crazy since she turned 19. Every conversation turns into a I am 19 argument. I ask her to be home at 11:00pm during the week since her Dad and I have to get up at 6:00am, that she finds ridiculus. I tell her to call me to let me know that she is OK occasionally while she is out, I am being overprotective, ETC. Whew if I had known then what I know now I would had just had "YORKIES"
