This weekend I become the mother of a teenager.
Don’t look too closely, he’s chewing a rice krispie bar in this photo, but he’s so cute I love it anyway.
I’m trying to decide if becoming the mother of a teen requires a personal crisis of some sort. I’m feeling like it doesn’t. Or maybe I should say, I don’t have time. Or maybe I should say, our house had one kid get married and that seemed like a bigger personal crisis.
No . . . I think I’ll wait. There’s always plenty of time for personal crisis, and so far he’s a perfectly reasonable teenager.