Fourteen

Do you remember being 14? Eighth grade was no small feat and my daughter reminds me of that all the time. She just turned 14 and has handled the drama pretty well thus far.

We had a little celebration on Friday with 6 other 13/14 year olds descending on the Pollet home for a movie and sleep over. With the bass of the latest hits on the iPod at 12:00 am, the father voice bellowed down the stairs to turn it down, way down. Sheepishly the reply came "yes" with several giggles from the peanut gallery. All that was left to listen to was the ongoing conversation about all that is being 14.

The conversation around being 14 is one filled with variety but usually comes back around to boys, girls and the associated theatrics. Changing friendships, relationships, and allegiances bring another set of hurt feelings or romantic concerns. How do they manage all the rest of their lives? Somehow 14 does manage to get through it all to be 15 and beyond.

So school has started again after the long weekend and 14 is back in the routine. New conversations outside class (I hope) will be filled with all latest gossip. It is what is important.