“I hope you grow up and have a kid just like you!”
Who of us, dear reader, didn’t/hasn’t/won’t hear this from their parents? I know I did. “You’ll see what this is like.” For good kids, I guess that’s a blessing. For bad kids, it’s a foreboding. For kids like me, the ones that saddled the good horse while breaking the bad foal, it was hit or miss. Good or bad; close the eyes, spin around three times and pin the tail on the disposition.
We’ve seen posts about 3B before. And let me tell you, he’s a great kid: smart, witty. Even the good ones, though, have a hard time keeping their thick barrier of sense and sensibility when the evil monster rears its head. This monster’s name is puberty.
A genuine “tween,” sitting at the bench of 12 whilst waiting on 13, puberty is a biotch mistress to my boy. Not the getting pimples, oily skin, voice-changing puberty, at least not yet. No, this is the “all functioning brain cells must cease and desist” kind of puberty. You can almost hear the gears wind to a creaking stop. School work is down the drain, as is, obviously, any sense of truth telling. No amount of “grounding” is helping, either. It’s not like I didn’t think this day would come. No, I knew it would, but who could have known it would feel like this? I’m sure I’ve still got it better than some and I know that I’ve got to believe that this, too, shall pass. Frustration is hope’s cruel adversary.
Because I try not to dish out family gossip all I will say is there is going to be some deep searching for answers both for him and for me and The BCPF (who seems to be the actual rock in this situation) and 3B’s mother. It’s all I can do right now to not put my face through a plate glass window. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll chronicle more of these tromps as I go along in the NaBloPoMo. We’ll see. I know I’ll be visiting some of Ten to Twenty‘s ideas to see what others are going through and how they handle it. I may need some counseling, I don’t know.
I do it constantly to their faces but I’d like to publicly issue a heart-felt apology to my parents. If I was anything like this when I was growing up, then I truly am sorry for any pain or difficulty I caused. Insert heavy sigh, here.
He’ll be fine, I know it – if I let him live through all this.
So send me posi-vibes, dear reader, as I’m going to need them, for sure and until next time, same blog channel at SOME blog time…
“The more boring a child is, the more the parents, when showing off the child, receive adulation for being good parents– because they have a tame child-creature in their house.” – Frank Zappa