The one good thing about giving birth while relatively young is that you can start to urge your nestling out of the nest while you still have your own teeth and enough mileage on your odometer to enjoy life.
The downside for me is that I sproggled a wunderkind. The type of young person teachers talk about in hushed tones and other parents look sideways at. He's more than a brain. He's more than a nerd. He's turned out well balanced and heaven's forbid, NICE. (How this all worked out is beyond me, really. I blame the milkman.)
However, from time to time, I get to sit through some truly strange events. Forensics tournaments, where hundreds of other bright teenagers have imaginary arguments with the walls. Take this to the National level and you witness a whole new definition of the word "Nerd." Hundreds of teenagers in black power suits. None of whom could crack a genuine smile. Most of them ready to take on Washington and any think-tank you could throw at them.
Now, it's not only Forensics time, it's the wind up to the Winter show-case Single-Act plays. Help me, please. I just read the most dire script. Some theatre teacher is seriously thinking a high-schooler is ready to direct this post-modern piece of depressed crap? ACK! The problem is, he'll do it, and I'll have to sit through it. And listen to all the problems up until the performances. And host rehearsals. (Been there, done that!)
Of course, we're also coasting through college applications and Cross-country, AP classes and college interviews. Not to mention all the fun things life of a typical teen can bring...
What was I thinking? Oh right! I wasn't thinking 17 years ago! But now the countdown is in earnest and Momma is dusting off her high heels. Time is coming around to start getting ready to kick those heels up again. Just hope I don't break a hip doing it!
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Keep up the good work.
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