Like a Pre Teen

I've been reading a lot of pre-teen books to Noah lately. (Are they officially YA books? No, maybe not. Let's call them pre-teen.) Even though he's 10, I still read to him. And actually...as he gets older, and the books get more interesting, I enjoy it more.

When I was 10 years old, I read just about everything I could get my hands, including some things I probably shouldn't have gotten my hands on. (I'm looking at you Flowers in the Attic.) I read all of these things to myself. My mom was always busy; I was always self-sufficient. Subsequently, I avoided books unless they had female protagonists. Guess what? I missed out on a whole bunch of really good books. Lucky for me, I have two sons, and they seem to like the books with male protagonists. So now I'm catching up on everything I missed out on, plus everything that's been published in the last 30 years. Hatchet. My Side of the Mountain. The Wednesday Wars. And, my goodness, the Wings of Fire Series. Some of the books are humorous and some are serious and some are just plain silly. Most of the characters have these VERY raw/surface like emotions. Honestly, I can't believe how these books have sucked me in, and to some extent, have me re-framing my everyday experiences like a pre-teen once again.

It's weird - it's almost uncomfortable, really - and I wonder if I need to stop reading with Noah.

On the other hand, it's sort of interesting to feel things like a pre-teen again. Gives my life a little extra excitement, I suppose.

You know what? There have been so many changes around the Wyse House in the last year. As I neglect posting about each change, I neglect posting in general.

FORTUNATELY, I know that the cure to neglect is to just start typing. Post a little. And slowly unravel everything in my (now) pre teen like-head onto the blog.

Here are some of the topics I think I should write about. It's very pre-teen of me to just throw it out here, right? (Right.) Dyslexia. Returning to work full-time. Sitting still for many, many hours a day. Babysitters.