Still remember the time. My son had a sledding party.
Little kids, snowsuits, snow, and sleds.
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.
Published on February 02, 2014 16:19