So, put your phone down. Watch the cringey TikTok dance they want to show you. Buy the extra pack of chicken nuggets. Ignore the attitude and see the anxiety underneath.
April 14, 2026
They can buckle their own car seat strap (victory!), but they still need you to wipe the peanut butter out of their hair. They demand to walk to the bus stop alone, but hold your hand the second they see a bug. teen bubs
They still think you are sort of cool (when their friends aren't looking). They tell you weird facts they learned on YouTube. They ask you about your day. You get to see the adult they are becoming—the witty sarcasm, the unique taste in music, the deep empathy—peeking out from behind the chubby cheeks that are slowly sharpening into a jawline. Survival Tips for Raising a Teen Bub If you are currently drowning in the backtalk mixed with bedtime cuddles, here is how I am surviving:
The logic is broken. You cannot reason with a teen bub the way you reason with a 16-year-old, but you also can’t just pick them up and move them like a toddler. They want autonomy, but they don’t know what to do with it. You will negotiate screen time. You will hear "That's not fair" 47 times before breakfast. Your patience will be tested. So, put your phone down
Don't force the conversation at the dinner table. Drive them to practice. Drive them to the mall. The dark of the car and the lack of eye contact is a truth serum. This is where you will hear about the bully, the crush, or the fear of the upcoming math test.
One night you will go to kiss their forehead and they will flinch. The next night, they will crawl into your bed after a nightmare. Don't take it personally. They are learning to be brave, but they still need your safety net. The Bottom Line The "Teen Bubs" era is the eye of the storm. The baby years were the hurricane, and the actual teen years are the tsunami. Right now, you have a child who fits perfectly in the crook of your arm but is tall enough to reach the top shelf. Ignore the attitude and see the anxiety underneath
These are the last years you will be their entire world. Enjoy the mess. Enjoy the bub. What phase are your kids in right now? Drop a comment if you are currently being roasted by a fourth grader who still wants you to cut the crust off their sandwich. I see you.