Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Becoming ZITS
Sometime back, at least ten years ago, a new cartoon appeared in our local newspaper. Some of my friends loved it and declared in insightful. I did not agree with them. The cartoon featured a family of a dad, mom, and teenage son (an a college son who makes rare appearances). The teenager was lazy, clueless, and a bit sassy. The parents muttered under their breath and exchanged looks between themselves. How could this be funny? Surely my precious young children would never become such creatures.
In the course of 35 days this summer the following occured in my life: my oldest son turned 15, my youngest son turned 13, my husband and I celebrated our 20th anniversary, and I turned 40.
Over the past few years the cartoon has become more and more "meaningful" to me. I have discovered that without a sense of humor about the teenage years, you will face way too much stress and frustration. Laughter is good medicine.
So today I will freely confess, my life has become ZITS!
simple faith
Sometime back, at least ten years ago, a new cartoon appeared in our local newspaper. Some of my friends loved it and declared in insightful. I did not agree with them. The cartoon featured a family of a dad, mom, and teenage son (an a college son who makes rare appearances). The teenager was lazy, clueless, and a bit sassy. The parents muttered under their breath and exchanged looks between themselves. How could this be funny? Surely my precious young children would never become such creatures.
In the course of 35 days this summer the following occured in my life: my oldest son turned 15, my youngest son turned 13, my husband and I celebrated our 20th anniversary, and I turned 40.
Over the past few years the cartoon has become more and more "meaningful" to me. I have discovered that without a sense of humor about the teenage years, you will face way too much stress and frustration. Laughter is good medicine.
So today I will freely confess, my life has become ZITS!
simple faith