Friday, June 6, 2008
Beyond Cooties
It's been a tough last week or two...I've been pretty busy, and not feeling my best. Luckily for me, my friend (and frequent commenter here) ms whirledpeas is coming to visit for the weekend. It should be a blast :)
Last night, as I was driving A down to the middle of nowhere to spend a few weeks with his grandparents, it occurred to me that he's entering what may be the toughest time of his life. He finished sixth grade earlier this week - and is going into junior high this fall.
To be honest, I have a very strange memory. There are some important things I remember in vivid detail, and others people will bring up which I have forgotten completely. To go off on a tangent for a moment, it seems many of those forgotten moments come from the years I was married - for some reason, Mark will often mention things of which I have no memory whatsoever, and I feel almost as if I'm betraying him by staring blankly while he explains until I have enough detail to put the pieces together.
One thing I do remember, though, is that junior high sucked. I have crystal clear memories of how stupid kids are in the 12-14 age bracket. All of those hormones, the newly-discovered independence, and the struggle to manage all of the changes as they happen are enough to make you crazy. Remind me over the next couple of years when I'm on the verge of killing him, if you will, that all of this is much harder on him than it is on me.
Or send alcohol. One of the two.
Last night, as I was driving A down to the middle of nowhere to spend a few weeks with his grandparents, it occurred to me that he's entering what may be the toughest time of his life. He finished sixth grade earlier this week - and is going into junior high this fall.
To be honest, I have a very strange memory. There are some important things I remember in vivid detail, and others people will bring up which I have forgotten completely. To go off on a tangent for a moment, it seems many of those forgotten moments come from the years I was married - for some reason, Mark will often mention things of which I have no memory whatsoever, and I feel almost as if I'm betraying him by staring blankly while he explains until I have enough detail to put the pieces together.
One thing I do remember, though, is that junior high sucked. I have crystal clear memories of how stupid kids are in the 12-14 age bracket. All of those hormones, the newly-discovered independence, and the struggle to manage all of the changes as they happen are enough to make you crazy. Remind me over the next couple of years when I'm on the verge of killing him, if you will, that all of this is much harder on him than it is on me.
Or send alcohol. One of the two.
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