Setting Limits with Love
By Emily Gallup, MFT
It was a great day to be twelve years old. My friend and I had been out for a walk when we ran into two of the most popular girls in our seventh grade class. We were in the middle of discussing my favorite subjects, clothes and boys, when two people in matching white helmets drove by on a motorcycle. My parents.
Not only did they have the nerve to drive by, but they actually slowed down and waved. I quickly looked away.
“Oh my gosh,” said Kelly, “Do you know those people?”
“No,” I answered, “I thought they were waving at you.”
When I got home, I got busted. My mom seemed to be experiencing a mixture of amusement and shock that I’d pretended not to know her. It was the beginning of a long summer. It was the same summer that my father told me he wished he could freeze me for a few years and then wake me up later. I was morphing into a teen.
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