We spent some time with 13 this weekend, and remembered how cool it was.
13 stands at the precipice, one sneakered foot on the tantalizing edge of adulthood, and one safely planted on the entertaining wall of childhood.
13 swings and struts, trips and glides, stands tall and curls up, gulps and nibbles, argues and concedes, giggles and guffaws, pines and posts, tears up and stares down, high fives and hangs ten, discovers and protects, questions and believes.
Some things grow faster than others for 13; big feet and hands outpace limbs for some, ears stretch wide for others.
We see massive potential in 13, for strength, empathy, dignity, bravery, innovation and comic relief. We take the growing pains for what they are, temporary twitches that lead to growth.
Blink and 13 changes, moods swing, bones stretch, tastes vary. Sweetly solicitous in one moment, inexplicably annoyed the next, 13 keeps you hopping.
Treat yourself to some time with a 13-year old near you.
I bet you’ll smile.