You are 14 now.
To be honest, when you were 12 I thought I might sell you to the gypsies. Or kill you. But I managed not to do either, and I am glad.
Oh, you know we still have our moments- let's not pretend we don't. They still come more frequently than I would like. But then there are the other moments. There are the moments when we stand side by side and have a mature conversation. When you enlighten me with your compendium of useless knowledge. When you take initiative.
I was impressed the other day that you seamlessly brought your brother and sister into your circle of influence. I liked the way you made sure to show them how to get to school on time on their first day of middle school. I was even more impressed that you included them in your teen hang out scene. It was almost like a rite of passage and you initiated them into the "club."
Sometimes, I still wish a 14 year old was a man with a trade. Sometimes, I still think you haven't got a clue. But most of the time I think, "You are all right. I like you."
Love, Mom
6 comments:
Oh the teenage years. They grow and stretch us all. I wonder, is it harder being a teenager or a parent of one? What do you think?
When did that happen? When did he turn 14? Where is the little boy that wanted to live with Gramma? He did not even spend a week with me this year. I noticed, believe me I did! I love you to Jess, you are amazing to say the very least:)
Yep, my daughter is 12 & selling her to the gypsies has crossed my mind a few times! Glad to know it might get better :)
It has to get better. They eventually move out!
I'm glad to know that selling them to the gypsies is an option. :)
Love your honesty :) Let's not pretend......
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