Half in either side
he aches to shed the child.
Becoming a man.
Eldest is 12, an age I remember as being one where I feigned listening to adults, knowing inside that I was practically one myself. It began at 12, that feeling of my parents and other adults just not getting that I could take care of myself. [So long as they kept giving me an allowance, feeding me and providing me a place to live.]
The feeling will deepen in him as the years continue to speed by. Before I know it, he'll be 20 and his being an adult will be accepted unquestionably. [So long, I assume, as I keep helping pay for college, his food, his shelter and a car.]
Right now, though, the lad is at the equinox. Here's to a calm, easy-to-handle season.
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