My youngest turns 14 today.
I could wax melancholic, ask where the time has gone. I could reminisce of the days he climbed into my lap, his favorite storybook in hand. Now he’d rather watch videos by his favorite YouTubers.
(Well, not all the time. A couple weeks ago, he was feeling sick and asked me to read to him. You can bet I dropped what I was doing and grabbed a book and my reading glasses.)
A year ago was my son’s 13th birthday. It was a rough day.
Actually, it was a Rough Season. The Roughest Season I had ever experienced with my son.
On January 1, 2022, I had set goals and made plans. I was ambitious, as usual. And I like to see things laid out on paper. Little boxes I can check. I made writing schedules and work goals, family schedules and exercise plans.
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