So last Friday we had a Family Date to the park. Barbecue chicken, chips, jello salad, grilled lemon asparagus, the works. We played, we ate, and we played some more.
Then a whole bunch of middle schoolers showed up.
Now I know you are probably all collectively rolling your eyes at the blight upon humanity that is middle schoolers, but I didn't. At first, anyway.
Then the obnoxiousness started.
A bunch of boys were flirting with a bunch of girls, and then the bunch of girls started bickering and the bunch of boys started being stupid. It ended when a bunch of boys did something rude to a bunch of girls and a dad was called and he showed up and cussed out the boys, who then went home.
My Man and I raised our eyebrows a lot, but mostly we just ate during all the drama.
On the way home, we passed another group of boys - high schoolers this time, by the looks them - just hanging out on a street corner. Hoodies and shorts, all. I couldn't help eyeing them suspiciously as we drove by. What were a gaggle of teenage boys doing on a street corner at 7:00 at night, I ask of you?!
(Most likely nothing.)
As I looked at each of those boys in the eye, I couldn't help thinking. Every one of you has a mother who thinks the world of you. And you probably deserve it.
So here's my question. When do boys stop being (at least in the eyes of the general population) precious little princes and start becoming disreputable hooligans? Every baby boy starts his life being coddled and cooed over, then works his way up to being ignored, and finally completes his youth by making everyone in the vicinity wary and suspicious. Especially when there's more than one.
I have four. And it hurts my heart to think anyone would ever think of them as anything less than perfect.
Because they are.