Being Thirteen - Where am I?
I must admit I have been quite lazy this winter down under and enjoyed every bit of it. But now I have an itch to blog, and I think I have the perfect occasion to as my son, Aabshaar, turns thirteen in a couple of days, well, officially at least. He has been displaying all the symptoms of being thirteen for some time now. Inevitably, my mind goes back to the time I hit thirteen, boy, was I rebellious! Full of doubts and questions, I exasperated my parents with the ‘whys’ of the world! It’s an amazing phase to be in, being called a teenager brings a myriad of imagery to mind. The word adolescent sounds poetic, juvenile sounds like a cuss word, pubescent sounds biologically bewildering, youthful sounds not-so-insulting but may indicate that their burgeoning ‘reasoning’ might perhaps be laced with capriciousness, never mind their abundant vigour. Parents grow with their teenagers. The way they converse with their young adults and the things they say to reach...