I don’t feel weepy today. I’m pumped for these two remarkable kids of mine. Parker and Bailey, you are capable, you are kind, and the opportunities that you create for yourselves are limitless. Go get ‘em, tigers.
Category Archives: Parker
Twelve years old. Middle school. PBO, it’s safe to say, shit suddenly got real. When I was twelve, homework wasn’t as effortless anymore, I kept my bedroom door shut more often than I kept it open, my parents got divorced, and I felt certain that the turquoise eyeliner I swiped from my mom’s makeup drawer…
Teeth were brushed, and excited footsteps thundered up and down the hall. Backpacks were checked and double-checked. Breakfast plates were left half full. Nervous giggles and carefully selected outfits replaced the leisurely underwear couch-lounging routine of summer mornings. Deep breaths were taken. Buses came. Children were swallowed. Mom waved. Alone. Pensive. It’s just that they…