tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24372649.post114610251749501320..comments2023-07-04T11:48:15.633-04:00Comments on Positively Catherine Street: Not Lost in the SupermarketWilliam S. Repsherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00133278490771240664noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24372649.post-1146590692954878012006-05-02T13:24:00.000-04:002006-05-02T13:24:00.000-04:00Guess things are different for boys. I had a real...Guess things are different for boys. I had a really cool mom and all of my friends loved her - though I still didn't want to get caught with her at the mall on a Saturday night. I figured everyone else was partying and I didn't want to look like a loser. <BR/><BR/>I get the boy thing with my 13-year-old and try really hard not to embarrass him (though I tell him it's my job to do just that). The other day, I was parked outside the middle school and he didn't see me. He was about to get on the bus, having forgotten I was driving him home. I had this moment of panic - yell for him and embarrass the crap out of him? Blow the horn and embarrass the crap out of him? Wait until he gets on the bus and ask the bus driver to tell him to get off .... and embarrass the crap out of him? Luckily he saw me in time and all was well. I hope someday my boys remember and regret even a quarter of the junk they threw my way!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24372649.post-1146173679658172532006-04-27T17:34:00.000-04:002006-04-27T17:34:00.000-04:00It's not even "the error of his ways." It's just t...It's not even "the error of his ways." It's just typical teenage behavior, and we now know that there are measurable scientific indices that show how different the teenage brain is. I remember when that happened to me. We used to take vacations at the Jersey shore, and one summer when I was around 15 I just decided that when we went to the beach, I wanted to park my blanket far enough away from my mom and sisters that girls wouldn't think I was some kind of nerd or momma's boy. It had nothing to do with hating my family; it was simply a stab at independence, marking out my own territory and trying to be cool.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com