An ugly job, but it’s a living

The teenagers! What will we do with the teenagers?

Having teenagers is challenging.  Hah, there’s an understatement.

Christmas with such creatures is confusing.  They no longer wake me up as they did when they were younger, jumping into bed with me at 0630 on Christmas morning with  cries of, “Santa’s been here!  Wake up!”  Yesterday it was me up and ready to go early, and then waiting around for them.  I was drinking coffee and reading the paper when the youngest finally got up at 9:30.  It started not with delighted cries of “Santa came”, but instead with bed hair and bleary eyes and a sleep befuddled, “Oh, wow, Christmas, heh”.

But there are signs that the child inside survives.  While age appropriate gifts were appreciated – as was cash-  the most attention was paid to two inexpensive miniature radio-controlled helicopters.    Recent years have been less about playing with toys and more about college applications, cars, girls, and all of the other things that occupy the hearts and minds of young men.   It was interesting and delightful to watch them play like small boys.

Complicated beings.  Almost fully grown, but with minds and personalities that are just now leaving childhood.  They are like battleships captained by a class of 8-year-olds.  One moment they are responsibly patrolling the shipping lanes, and in the next moment they decide to lay off the coast and pump shells into downtown San Diego – just because it seemed like a good idea at the moment.

One response

  1. foofoo5

    Stupid me. I thought it was the fireworks from the Holiday Bowl…

    26 December, 2007 at 17:48

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