"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 11 ~ Teenagers
Not long ago my son and I would refer to them as "crazy
teenagers" if we caught them doing something funky on the
street. At fourteen, he's now one of them. I struggle with him seemingly
doing what the herd dictates. I hear that it is normal--they
need to feel that they belong. But I didn't have that problem
growing up, so it is hard to relate. My main challenge at the
time was socializing with boys. Coming from an all-girls
Catholic school, I felt uncomfortable around guys. I couldn't
act natural. I would have so liked to
have gone to a coed school. Ironically, my son
didn't want to have anything
to do with girls for the longest time (he has moved on to
ignoring them, which is progress). So in my twenties, I had to
learn how to interact with members of the opposite sex, while he will
have to work on finding his own voice.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...