When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.
It is a wise child that knows its own father, and an unusual one that unreservedly approves of him.
It is unusual for a quote to inspire me, but the first one has stayed with me for years.
I was a pretty good teenager, never gave my parents anything much to worry about. Although, that didn’t stop my mom from smelling my breath when I got home every night.
I am worried about my daughter though. She is only 17 months now, but first she is a girl, and second, the plan is to move to Canada when she hits Junior High School. So she will be trying to make friends with lots of new people and I can just hope and pray that she chooses the right group to make friends with!!! I already worry about it. I’m going to be a wreck when she is actually a teen!
We’ve got a fifteen year old. He’s a good student, and he’s got a great heart.
However, I think my wife and I are going to experience a rather sudden spike in our IQs in about five years .
Teenagers are lovely–they insist upon full autonomy, yet lack the ability or the desire to take any responsibility for themselves. I smile a lot, and my teeth will need caps in another few years…