As many parents before us understand so well, there comes a time in your child's life where they begin a drastic transformation from darling child to gawky adolescent. I vaguely remember my own transition, hellish torture of my parents being my hallmark. It seems so recent that I subjected my parents to such unnecessary cruelties as riding my bike to neighboring towns to meet boys they couldn't stand.
With my parents' threat that 'one day my own children will (you can fill in the blank here with any number of darn near unforgivable things)' still ringing in my ears, it saddens me to acknowledge we've come to the point in dear sweet Nate's life where he has abandon the label of 'child' and embraced some dreaded 'tween' characteristics. He's sloppy and forgetful, kinda sneaky, a bit irresponsible, totally awkward, and way overconfident. He's absolutely sure he is correct 100% of the time, he knows everything about everything, and he's capable of doing anything. He talks back a lot, gets embarrassed way too easily, has loads of questions about questionable things.
I don't in any way foresee him being our most difficult child, but I am sure he will do a great job preparing us for the little ones. Since Rex is already sneaky and overconfident I imagine I really need this trial run with cool, calm, and collected Nate first.
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