There are no windsurfing instructors here.
Do you remember when your younger brother was born? What were you, like, three? Things had been pretty sweet up to then. You had Mom's undivided attention whenever
But you got their attention. He cried; you cried. He wet; you wet. He messed himself; you...
colored on the walls.
Imagine, if you will, that you reigned for another ten years before the little fella came along. Everyone you knew was cooing over the new guy. Asking you what you thought of the new guy. Impressed with all the manners and the accomplishments of the new guy.
Imagine you were thirteen. THIRTEEN, people! When you are thirteen, everyone hates you for new reasons everyday, mostly because your shirt is the wrong color or your hair doesn't look right. When you are thirteen, your parents are wrong about everything for reasons that you are making up as you go. When you are thirteen, you are frantically clinging to the idea that you are the center of the ACTUAL universe, and the axis of the earth LITERALLY shoots up through the downstairs half bath. Life is not generally cooperative and you are continually at odds with a world that insists that the earth's axis really shoots up through the north pole... That's why they refer to it as a pole. Even though it isn't actually a pole.
It is really confusing to be thirteen.
Then your embarrassing parents adopt a little boy. Who is six. Not only is everyone looking at you. Actually. Not just in your imagination. The kid is also dynamite. "What if Mom and Dad notice he has better manners?" "What if he makes better grades?" "What if his cute and cuddliness accentuates my repellent prickliness?" "What if they decide not to love me anymore?" "I have been rather a "fire-breathing so and so" for a year or two; are they trying to replace me?
We did. He does, but he's in the first grade. It does. Are you serious? I might as well decide to fly with these batwings. While you do tempt me, no; never going to happen.
For his part, he loves them truly, madly, deeply. No matter what their drama.
For a minute this evening, there must have been a surf instructor behind me while I had the camera out.
Or maybe it was just the chocolate ice cream.
I couldn't ask for a better gift for the holidays.
“I am participating in the Invisalign Teen Bright Smiles Holiday Photo Contest with Dumb Mom.”