Footnotes

Tis a very sweet thing when a mom can not only love her teenagers, but like them too. Mine happen to be passionate souls (wonder where THAT came from...) who express themselves so differently from each other. One is musical and introverted; the other, analytical, a decent illustrator and an extrovert. Let's not even discuss how I keep from having multiple personalities in the midst of such extremes...
The point, and I have one, is that I am blessed. Recently, they both published books through school, as did my own class. For almost 13 and almost 15 year olds, they are decent writers. Here's a sample:
"Butterfly Wings" T., 14.

I am a beautiful butterfly trying to find my wings to fly.
My wings are wet; every time I try to fly, my wings pull me down,
The pollen tastes like bitter chocolate;
I drink the dew of the flower I'm stuck on
I woke up one day sad, waiting for my wings to grow stronger:
I was a year old butterfly trying to fly
One morning I awoke and started to fly
My life tasted like a chocolate covered strawberry
My wings are blasting with color and my life is better.

A., 12 going on 35, said his lyric poetry is too sad...so you get his haiku instead:

Kicking, running, scoring

Boy, I love this game

Called soccer

Running, jumping, hiding

Trying not to be revealed

Hide - n - seek

Mom's footnote: for all they've been through, they are finding a way to grow to adulthood rooted in a relationship with Christ. And growing they are. Miss T shows, even in her poetry, that she longs to be captivating, and Mr. A is doing what all 12 year old boys need to do: he is sorting out what it takes to be a man. God is good to us.

Tis a very sweet thing...