Musings From The Hill — Living With A Teen
Displaying an agreeability I always knew she had to have, Gloria comes to sit beside me on my kneeling (let's call it what it is: my SITTING) pad, pleasing me even further as she retains a pleasant silence, leaving me to stew in my thoughts as I weed. She has no objection to my scrunching the pad ahead as I must do - as long, that is, as I don't disturb her end.The unpredictableness of babyhood has departed - mostly - as Gloria has entered her teenage years. I'm filled with gratitude for so often before I ended up feeling like a dreadful scold.Oh, yes, I am well-versed in the rewards of ...