On Grumpy Kids and Being Weird



Apparently, the world is caving in around my house tonight or at least it is according to my daughter. Life is unfair, boring, and absolutely not something she is enjoying right now. And no, she isn't grumpy at all. What could I possibly mean? And no, she doesn't want to do any of the things  I suggest. And yes, she is sure everyone else in the entire town is having more fun than her.

What can I say? She might be right. It is 8:23 on a Tuesday evening and we are doing basically nothing. I am happy with that. She isn't. We usually have a meeting we go to on Tuesdays but it is canceled for the week and I thought that meant a nice, quiet evening at home. I don't think nice, quiet evenings are in a 13-year-old's vocabulary.

It is a bit of a shock because I have always called Celia my little ray of sunshine but thirteen is rough and no 13-year-old is ever a little ray of sunshine. I am not sure any 13-year-old would ever want to be a ray of sunshine. It would obviously call too much attention to them. And it would be embarrassing. Moodiness and embarrassment are the two main emotions of a thirteen-year-old. I know this because Celia was embarrassed by me the other day. She informed me that I was too loud. I know most of you don't know me in real life but let me just say that I have never in my life before been told I am too loud. I am told I am too quiet with great regularity but too loud?! It was such a novel feeling that I just stood there and enjoyed it for a moment.

Both kids recently told me that I am weird. I was discussing the slight oddities of someone we know and they told me I couldn't say anything because I am weird too. They say no one else they know has a house made up of books (I wish. It is only lined with books.) and that I am unusually fascinated by London and WWII social history. I think Celia muttered something about my collection of vintage purses and pleated, wool skirts but I ignored that. The kids did point out that everyone is weird in their own way; we just like our own brand of weirdness so we don't notice it as much. I suppose that is true.

I suppose the nice thing about being not-13 is that I don't mind being weird. I don't mind being occasionally too loud. I don't mind being home on a random Tuesday. I definitely don't mind having a house lined with books.

Now if only I could find a way to banish the clouds and bring back my little ray of sunshine.*

*Her brother has somehow cheered her up by insulting her. No, I don't understand why that worked either.  Kids are weird. She also is laughing about how old I am because I said trampoline parks weren't around when I was a kid. Then she worried I felt bad and asked if I felt old. I said no, I liked my age and had no desire to be 13 again. She looked at me very solemnly and said: "I don't think anyone wants to be thirteen." Now she is asking what age I would be if I could be any age. I said 28. What would you say?






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  1. 13 is ghastly in the doing and in the watching on the sidelines as a parent! We learnt to embrace our ability to embarrass the kids simply by being us, it was often our only sense of enjoyment during the teen years! And yes, our house full of books and travel memento's was highly embarrassing and weird for our kids too - apparently not one single one of their peers parents read or travelled or collected anything!

    Good luck and embrace the weirdness :-)

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    1. I figure if she isn't going to find me embarrassing then I might as well enjoy being embarrassing. Though I have yet to figure out why walking slowly and dropping something in the parking lot was embarrassing yesterday. I just walked slower.

      A house full of books and travel mementos sounds lovely to me.

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  2. 13 is such a hard age but I have a feeling when she gets older she will be your best friend. At least your kids recognize that everyone has their own weirdness! I love "weird" people, they are the most interesting ones!

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    1. Thirteen is a hard age. It is just hard to live through for kids and parents! My kids openly admit that they are weird too but apparently parental weirdness is more embarrassing.

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  3. Mine turns 13 next month, but I'm already feeling it for sure. Missing my ray of sunshine as well.

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    1. It is so strange. It is as if they hit 13 and it all changes. The sunshine peaks through, thank goodness, but I can't wait for it to return for real.

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  4. I'd be 35. It's was when I was at my peak physically & mentally. I think emotional well-adjusted-ness came much later. A sad outlook for a 13-year-old.

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    1. Yes, 35 seems ancient when you are 13! I actually would be happy anywhere between 27 and 35. I was confident, secure, and in good shape. What's not to like?

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  5. Rest assured you are doing something right, there would be something wrong with your kids if they didn't think you were weird. I also have the vintage bag collection - and several other collections for that matter. 13 is not a good time, for years in my mind I didn't get past 27. In a few months I'll be 60 but I don't believe it - and that's the way it's staying! My favourite age for my boys was their late teens, I still miss them coming home with all their news and chat as they did back then.

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    1. Yes, I meet people in their late 20's or early 30's and my first reaction is that we are about the same age and then I realize that I am just wrong. It is interesting that late teens was your favorite. My son is 18 and I do enjoy the adult conversations we have now. He does enjoy annoying me though so that is interesting. He loves a good debate and takes the opposing side just to get me worked up.

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