Kyle is 12 now. He had his birthday in Oakland, at his moms house. Then two days later he hopped onto a plane and flew to us. He is here.
I have not been away from him long enough to not know him but somehow, I forgot that and have been expecting him to start acting really strangely. But he is just twelve and not some odd monster.
Sure I was a twelve year old boy once so, why be scared. He is a different breed of twelve than I was, and the world is a different place than it was in 1983. Video games are more realistic and graphic, there is more swearing in music......... ( I have to say that I was turned off by the macho posing, swearing, and attitude in some the rap songs I let him play for me. I have since reflected on those songs and what I used to listen to. I am starting to not see a problem. ) he is in middle school and for me, middle school and being twelve were an incredibly traumatic experience. I was so glad when it was over.
What I keep telling myself is that he is my son, the same one I have been caring for since birth, 12 will be no sweat.
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Twelve is an awkward, gangly, stinky age, when hormones flood the brain and make you a little crazy. I am glad the boy is with you now, as a boy should be with his dad when his nether regions start sprouting strange hairs. Hey, maybe you should give him access to a concrete wall and a Sharpie so he can write his anti-social thoughts in permanent ink...
Is he there permanently? My own puberty went okay, but I was a lot like TV's Adrian Monk. My oldest son is 11, and his hormones can turn what used to be an easily managed hissy fit into a roaring tantrum when he doesn't get his way.
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