Our family has recently had an 'End of Era', sort of speak.
With Jamesson turning 20 on December 20, and for the first time in 21 years: my parents are raising teenagers no more.
I officially hit teenage-dom in 1987, before Jamesson was even born.
Since then they were able to survive the teenage years of Jill, Julia, Jordan, and then Jamesson.
I wonder who they say put them through the most.
Gave them the most laughs.
Handed them the most sleep-less nights.
Summoned the gray hairs.
And in no particular order: who required their attendance at the most band concerts?
Either way, the cycle isn't quite complete. It's now time for the next generation of teenagers; and my mom and dad can sit back and laugh, smirk, worry and lose more sleep.
So far: no band concerts.
1 comment:
Very cute post. My mom always says that what grandchildren are for. Paybacks!
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