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“Are you dating someone?” my 15-year-old was asked by a relative while a group of us were celebrating his brother’s high school graduation.
“No. I’m just hooking up.”
Hooking up!?! Did that mean that my “baby” was on his way to becoming a playa?
Now, I'm a hip mom. Of course I've heard of kids hooking up — it's not exactly a new phenomenon. And hooking up to my middle-aged brain means sex (and not the oral sex is the new sex version, either).
As usual, my kids teach me much more than I think I know whenever I stop talking and just listen.
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Yesterday was a pretty monumentous day.
My oldest son graduated from high school.
I had planned to bring a wad of tissues because I'm such a girl when it comes to things like this. But I didn't cry. I was just so happy that the day arrived, that he made it through high school, that he survived his teens.
As he told me recently, "A lot can go wrong when you're a teen."
That’s an understatement!
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