By BECKY ANDREWS
Wilson Living Magazine
There is something very scary about the crossover from 12 years old into “teenage land.” Not for the child – ahem – young man of course. He’s elated. Even though this new milestone has very little impact on anything in his life as far as rules for bedtime and social schedule goes. Besides the number itself, the only noticeable change is the tone in his voice and facial expressions when me or his dad talk to him about… ANYTHING. In the span of one year, it seems this oldest child of mine has inherited the entire world’s wisdom.
Our conversations as of late go something like this:
Mom: “Turn the TV down; I could hear it when I pulled into the garage.”
Teenager: no response. In fact, I don’t think he even notices me standing beside him.
Mom: “Hey! Turn the television down!” This startles him.
Teenager: “Alright! You don’t have to yell at me! It was this loud when I turned it on. Why do you blame me for everything?” This is always followed with a very exaggerated eye roll.