How many of you remember (perhaps painfully) the awkward years? Those
junior high/middle school years, where you felt like you didn't say the right
thing, wear the right thing, do the right thing? (well, I do occasionally step
back in time and feel like that now, at 47...)
My dear sweet Charlie has hit them, full force. What happened to my
confident little boy, who would wear a flight suit to school for picture day,
because he really wanted to? And didn't give a hoot that the older kids
on the school bus made fun of him? Who wore reindeer antlers to school
for the holiday party?
can talk to me, but then I panic and worry that I will say the wrong thing,
and won't be able to help him. He worries about so much now, and is
concerned that his jeans don't look quite right, and he says the wrong thing
in class, and feels bad part of the time.
I reassured him that everyone goes through this, at this age. He argued
that the "popular" kids don't feel this way. I told him they definitely do,
and what he is feeling is perfectly normal, and the kids who are
"popular" today, will be different kids in a few years.
Oh, I wish I could help him fast forward through these years, but I
know they are important to help shape him into the adult he will
become. Hopefully the guidance and advice Mike and I can give
him will help him survive!
And if only I could give him permission to punch out the bullies,
life would be so much easier. Instead we have armed him with
some wonderful comebacks that he can use when the need arises-
the whole "tongue being mighter than the sword" deal...(I know,
I know, it's a pen, but in this case the tongue works better.)