Why Love Teens

When my older daughter was a teen and invited over a posse of girls, I was always amazed by just the size of the girls — so much young female energy and just so much talk! They eat like crazy — and then eat like crazy again — but they’re just so darn enthusiastic, just so darn happy to be testing out the world.

Last night at our house, the six young teens, buoyed by a balmy early summer evening, slept outside. Why not? Under the stars, I could see my breath.

On the same day, the neighbors’ celebrated their four-year-old’s birthday. In the afternoon, he began riding a bicycle with training wheels. When my teens eat and eat, when I’m mired down in the complexities of living with teens, I remind myself that those sweet sippy cup days have now passed me by.

Tired, the girls struggled in bedraggled in the morning, hungry for waffles.

I emerge
from the museum
at dusk —
the blue Nile
floods over.

— Fumi Saitō

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About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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3 Responses to Why Love Teens

  1. Duncan says:

    We just tossed our last sippy cup a few months ago. Given my daughter’s fine motor skills maybe that was premature. Every step down this road is the last time for me as a parent. So much of my life since 1995 has been spent here it has been hard to let go.

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  2. I completely get that…. on the other hand, it’s incredibly gratifying to actually a child to adulthood and think, Wow!

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    • Duncan says:

      A local server told me my 23 year old son was a gentleman and that was gratifying. I cannot say I was proud because I did not do that; he did that. My Grandfather would have been so pleased if he had still been alive to hear that.

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