Well, we made it through the first couple of weeks of school. Rara seems to have weathered the transition from his safe little charter school to the chaotic hormone laden atmosphere of middle school well. It is glaringly apparent to me that we have a full fledged pre-teen among us. From the long hair that he insists on having over his eyes to the hoodies that "everyone" wears and had to be bought. My heart aches for him as he enters this period of his life. I know that he will do well, and I know that manicpapa and I will support him through it, and yet... Middle school as I remember it is hell. I have no recollection of any learning at all. Just a mess of angst, politics, and worry over if my hair was kinky enough and my jeans were tight at the ankle (it was the 80's what can I say)...
That was also the time of my life that I began shoplifting daily. Although I knew it was wrong, and we had always had enough money that it was not necessitated by need, I did it and did it well. I stole anything and everything I could think of. Looking back, I see that I was vying for my unavailable mothers attention, but at the time I just liked doing it. The surge of adrenaline, the feeling of having gotten away with something, I marvel at how brave I was, and how brazen. I hope to god that somehow my children will not be as rebellious as I was, and will escape the teen years unscathed (and un prosecuted:). I guess all we can do is hope, and keep a close eye on them.
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