I've determined having teenagers keeps you young. I was thinking this after driving a carful of them home from the skating rink last night. We've got the dance music blaring, the kids are all jabbering about their friends at school and their sore feet, and they don't seem to mind that I'm a grown up. (Maybe dancing had something to do with it? Nah...I'm clearly uncool when I do such things. Which is only more incentive!)
It almost made me feel like I was a teenager again, too. I didn't skate, but I showed up at the rink early, found a spot and fired up the Kindle. One of Chris's friends came over and started talking to me as we were getting ready to leave, about her shoes and her mom, and completely left her boyfriend on the other side of the rink. I thought, "How cool is this, that I'm someone she wants to talk to?"
Having teenagers is really neat, most of the time. But then I started thinking about them as they grew up and you know? Kids are pretty cool at any age. There is nothing better than snuggling a newborn, or feeling a toddler's spindly little arms around your neck with a poorly formed "I love you" on your cheek. Or having your back-pack-clad elementary schooler look up at you like you are the smartest person on earth.
I hope that for the entirety of my life, I find something wonderful to enjoy in my children at every age. Even when they're 50!
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