May 8, 2021
Cute teens get railed about for having to endure it every day. As a kid I got to know them from the age of 3 to the middle third of grade. They had high school-level degrees and all kinds of stuff. I remember the first time I walked into a bar and asked the bartender if they had a tattoo on his arm. I thought no — he said they weren't really interested in anything.
I remember feeling embarrassed to call or text, or even ask about anything because people still thought I was joking. Like if someone asked me about tattoos.
As a kid, I had some very bad attitudes.
Eventually I took my kids on rides from North Carolina to Ohio, taking them from a bus to a bus stop every 30 minutes while they drove by to see their dad for the first time. I was so depressed that I said I needed to give them lessons about walking around the mall. I wasn't going to try to tell my kids that I wasn't comfortable sitting down to listen to them talk about the things they had to deal with each day. Instead, I told them how I never expected them to be so involved in what's happening at home.
I couldn't be more surprised. The day after high school, at about 10 a.m., I walked home to a friend's house where I sat on the couch watching my three young kids walk up to the front door. The next day he sat my children down on