Rare Treasures

Goofing around at the Galveston Mardi Gras
Goofing around at the Galveston Mardi Gras

Parenting teenaged boys is very like parenting toddlers.  Or being trapped in a hall of mirrors.  Neither adult, nor child, but both at once, they leap between fiery extremes, singeing me and leaving them confused.

Mornings are crammed with distractions and moving at glacial pace, while evenings are a tussle into bed, bathing-optional, clothes, the fallen soldiers strewn on the battleground of their bedroom floor, and emotions flung hither and thither on a hormonal bungee chord.  Blue-blinking screens now replace the minutiae obsession of their toddlerhood.  The tiny plastic accoutrement of Action Man, the pebble found, the filthy feather clutched possessively in chubby fingers, have given way to the phone or the game controller clenched in a vice-grip.

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