Laugh
Tears
Pride
Shame
Disarray
Surprise
Top
Bottom
Glass half full
Glass half empty
We were talking about these roller coasters of adolescence. Well can you imagine that I am applying for the title of record holder for the time spent in this carousel of the mentally ill!
Between incomprehension, arms falling from sooooo high and research, movement of heaven and earth, questioning, readings, taking advice, meetings, I admit that we finish the 3rd year on a slight improvement.
Attention, the bear is not sold, the cart still not placed before the oxen and I carefully keep the water from the fountain to go and drink from it on occasion as well as the names of the different boarding schools that take teenagers in their necks of year. Because the subject was really "visited" in May given our state:out of breath and ideas to get out of it safe and sound. One thing is certain, she knows. She knows what to do to stop having to go to great lengths, to be afraid of taking this wall carefully brushed against, to have more freedom, so that life is sweeter and more serene at home even if obviously , we all have our moods and that's NORMAL. The limit being that everyone remains respectful of others and of the rules (incidentally).
As I write these lines I am waiting to be sure that the passage in 3rd is granted. Clearly, there's no point in making her repeat it anyway. It is not a problem of understanding but just of baobab in the hand.
We found the chainsaw. I believe it. All you have to do is take an extension cord long enough to last the distance.
Damn (I remain polite), if I had been told...
