In the space of five days last week, our older son, now 18, became an adult and our younger son, now 13, became a teenager. I’m calling this phenomenon the “fraternal equinox.”
I don’t notice any big changes yet. Basically, they act the same.
Our older son, although technically an adult, doesn’t have any real adult problems. For example, his biggest worry this week is that the orthopaedic boot on his right foot – from a minor surgery on his big toe – will make his left-foot sneakers wear unevenly.
See.
Meanwhile, in his first week as a teenager, our younger son was waiting to hear back from friends, including a couple of girls, he’s invited to go on a trip to Six Flags. This, on the other hand, is exactly the kind of thing teenagers worry about. Roller coasters and possible rejection are both guaranteed to give you butterflies.