Teenager? High School?
Two things I thought I would never arrive at in association with my own children. Yet here we are!
- I’m 45 years old and have three children
- I’ve lived at the same address for 17 years
- I’ve been married for 21 and in the same job for 27
- My son is nearly 13, is growing big and getting hairy. He’s starting to take a semi-interest in girls (or at least knows something is going on there) and will be in year 7 next year.
Shit! How did that happen?
When Jack had to decide between a number of fantasy occupations for homework tonight; police chief, prime minister, city mayor, CEO or poet loriet – he chose the poet. He’s a complex and beautiful boy! He wants to express his emotions and affect the way other people are feeling – apparently, he says. Maybe that’s why he’s so good on the sax? Oh how I love him.
We’re glad to have decided on a school for him next year… finally. He was clever enough to gain an academic and music scholarship for Tintern. My life-long argument for public schools is therefore over and my lovely wife has won the battle. ; )
Now for my gorgeous girls?