Sunday, February 2, 2014

transitions

Still remember the time. My son had a sledding party.

Little kids, snowsuits, snow, and sleds. I had hot chocolate, crayons, and coloring books ready for inside fun.

They got cold, they came inside, and took off their snowsuits. Girls wore tight jeans and belly shirts. Boys' eyes were big. They put on popular music and started to dance.

Oh. They weren't kids, they were, like, teenagers.

Get with it, mom. Your child, your baby, is a teenager.

It's years later. That teenager is going to be a father. I'm going to be a grandmother. Transitions. 

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