The afternoon before I took Middle Child over to the Junior High to check out his classes, find his locker, and get it decorated. Decorations for a Teenage Boy includes a White Board, Magnetic Pencil Cup, and Colored Markers. I insisted he bring all his stuff to school so he wouldn't be weighed down this morning.
Being a typical teenager he huffed and said "I"ll bring it tomorrow."
"No, you'll take it this afternoon so you don't have to try and do it tomorrow while you're hurrying to class." I insisted again.
"No Mom!" huffing and sighing from the Middle Child.
"Well, we'll take the stuff to school with you and then let you wander around..."
We all climb in the car. As soon as we get to the school Middle Child hops out. He high tails it into the school, at least 10 feet in front of us.We all enter the school, us a few feet behind Middle Child. he frantically searches for his locker, hurrying.
Finally, "Here's my locker!" He sighs with relief. We help him put all his stuff in his locker, getting him ready for his first big day of school.
We shut the locker. He starts to head out to find his classes, his back turned to us.
"Middle Child!" pause "Middle Child!" He slows down. I grab his arm and he keeps looking the other way. "Middle Child!"
"What!" he finally stops.
I start to tell him to call me when he's done but he won't look at me. Quietly I say "Would you please turn around and look at me."
"What do you want?"
"I just want to tell you to call me when you're done and I'll pick you up. But I'd like to tell your face, not your back."
"Fine. I'll call."And he's off.
Despite my best intentions I have raised a bona fide teenager.