I live in a house full of teenagers. (Your positive thoughts and prayers are much appreciated.) Teenagers communicate with their parents largely through eye rolls, shrugs and muttered exclamations of “Oh my God!” when they think they’re out of earshot. It seems like they live in a constant state of exasperation with their parents.

I realise that living with a middle-aged, minivan-driving, terribly uncool mom probably creates nearly unbearable anguish. I also realise that it is absolute torture for them to watch my fumbling attempts at texting or downloading photos from the iPad. I understand the inner turmoil they must feel when I don’t quite get their lingo, and that they “literally can’t even” when my wardrobe isn’t “on fleek.”

They are impatient with me in measures that can only be attained by angsty teens. But while they struggle with the weight of this burden that is their uncool, electronically disabled mother with only the hope of someday escaping to a world filled with their fellow ultra-hip millennials, I must remind them to be patient with me.

It’s only fair. Because I grew up in an age when the coolest computer games had us dying from dysentery and I wrote all of my college essays without any help from Google, they owe me a slightly higher level of respect and tolerance than sarcastic sighs of annoyance. There are more reasons too.

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They are teenagers and therefore are confident that they know everything. But I am their mother, and they have forgotten some very real and important things that their mother has done for them. They have forgotten the superhuman levels of patience I had to employ during their younger years. They owe me patience because I have invested so very much in them.

Here is a list of 19 reasons they owe me – one for each year I’ve been their mother

1. I carried each of them inside my own body for nine long months. Then I pushed out each of their three-plus-kilogram bodies. It seemed like it took forever. It hurt. It sucked, but I never once gave up on them. I never once rolled my eyes at how long it was taking them to just get the heck out already.

2. When they wouldn’t fall asleep alone, I rocked them and bounced them and lay down beside them, even though I desperately wanted just five minutes to myself, to shower and wash my matted hair, or actually brush my teeth, or even just clip my fingernails that had grown so long I was starting to resemble Wolverine. You know? Really selfish stuff …

3. Late night marathon nursing sessions when all I wanted was autonomy and a good night’s sleep.

4. Every time I gave them the food they asked for, only to have them scream at me and throw it on the floor. Yet I never once gave up feeding them.

5. I held their hands as they learned to walk – even though walking seems like a pretty basic skill and I could already do it with my eyes closed.

6. Potty training. How hard is it to use the toilet? Everyone my age was doing it with ease.

7. I read aloud Goodnight Moon no fewer than 27 000 times, and each time with as much enthusiasm as I could muster, even when I thought to myself, “I just can’t even right now.”

8. I taught them to talk, answering every toddler “Waz dat?” question with calm patience. Sometimes I regret it, but most of the time verbal communication is incredibly handy.

9. Speaking of verbal communication, I patiently translated their unintelligible toddler babble until they learned to pronounce difficult words like “potty” and “cookie.”

10. I let them have the last cookie.

11. I always shared my drink, even when I knew they were going to leave cookie crumb backwash.

12. Even during the most hellacious public temper tantrums the world has ever witnessed, I managed to not kill them (although I do understand why some animals eat their young).

13. I endured their Caillou marathons and Teletubbies binge watching. I’m fairly certain the Seventh Circle of Hell has Caillou on constant streaming.

14. I endured mismatched clothing, filthy favourite T-shirts, and snow boots in the middle of July because they wanted to dress themselves. I assure you their taste in fashion hasn’t always been “on fleek.”

15. The hundreds of times I’ve stepped on Legos with bare feet in the middle of the night.

16. I have cheered at hundreds of sporting events, soccer games, and little league and karate tournaments. I screamed my support even when they were incapable of remembering which goal belonged to their own team. (Seriously, pee wee soccer has got to be the most frustrating spectator sport in the entire universe.) Their incompetence never once caused my maternal enthusiasm to waver.

17. Math homework and all of the tears that come with it.

18. The fact that I still have to remind them to take out the trash, put away their laundry, and shut the bathroom door when it’s occupied, even though I’m certain they know how to do all of those things.

19. I can still find what they are looking for faster than they can (at least anything that is non-internet-related like clean socks, missing textbooks and karate uniforms).

I’ve definitely earned a little patience from my teenagers. I hope they read this list. Maybe I’ll email it to them – if I can remember how.

You can usually find Alice buried under the laundry and also on her blog, Different Than AverageFacebook, and Twitter.