I think I have reached a parenting milestone.
I now have a child -- this one -- who is bigger than I am. He's taller and his feet are a size larger. He no longer steals my battered, old Birkenstocks because mine are too small. And I am wearing his hand-me-down Chuck Taylors.
I'm going to have an essay about being the mother of a teenage boy in a book coming out this Fall from Seal Press.
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