I remember when I had little toddlers I had some friends whose oldest kids were turning thirteen. They talked about how old they felt being the mother of a teenager. I could not even imagine. It seemed so far away.
But life has a funny way of going on, and now I find myself in their shoes. My oldest just turned thirteen. I have begun a phase which will last almost the next twenty years of my life: mothering teenagers.
I've heard a lot of scary things about mothering teenagers. So far, it's been fine and I'm feeling very confident. Of course, it's only been a few days.
We gave Bean a guitar for his birthday. It seemed like a very teenager-y present. I've been wanting to have a guitar in the household for a long time. I play a little bit, and I am sure one or more of the kids will take to it. Bean, with his love of cowboy music, is a highly likely candidate. He was very pleased with it, at any rate.