My children are growing up. Their middle school years are turning out to be much as I remember mine, because I really remember mine. I used to be so convinced that the guys were so cool, that the guys didn't suffer the torments of crushes like I did, The boys didn't worry about their hair, their clothes. The guys were guys. Different.
Oh how wrong I was. My youngest had two friends sleep over the other night, and I was startled to find that these boys giggle and gossip. They push one another to call various girls, prodding if so-an-so likes so-and-so. They play and whisper and say they will be friends forever. They will get their first summer jobs together, ski to victory on the ski team together, and eventually go to college together. They will be young forever.
How sweet it is and how sweet it was. I'm still smiling.