My long, didactic journey is coming to an end. My two-stage Odyssey through the teen years – once with a daughter, and my final phase with a son – is almost done.
I’ve taken on the Herculean task, the Holy Grail pilgrimage toward adulthood with my burgeoning charges. Navigating through min
de fields of pubescent angst, I have deciphered the near incomprehensible alien language of youth.
I have faced down a Gorgon more fearsome than Medusa. I have battled a ravenous Minotaur hellbent on devouring everything in his path.
The beasts are tamed, their changeling hexes broken. Our new adventures now begin.
*In less than one month, my baby, my last born will reach a momentous milestone for us both. His teen years irretrievable, he will crossover into the realm of a neophyte 20-something. Older by four years, his sister is already well into her third decade. Before the end of June, I will no longer have any teenagers.