UNDER ONE ROOF, ADOLESCENCE AND THE TERRIBLE TWOS COEXIST.<\/p>\n
Today, Dominykas turned 14.<\/p>\n
Peak adolescence.<\/p>\n
I once read a perfect analogy in a book: if it\u2019s hard to understand their feelings, imagine one foot planted firmly on the solid platform of adulthood, while the other foot swings wildly on the swings of childhood.<\/p>\n
What does that feel like?
\nI n c o m p a r a b l e.<\/p>\n
But.
\nIt\u2019s okay.
\nI don\u2019t sigh.<\/p>\n
Once, when a mischievous, half-grown boy\u2014already hinting at \u201cthat ugly adolescence\u201d\u2014merely smiled and said:<\/p>\n
Mom, I\u2019m a fisherman.
\nAnd just like that, many of life\u2019s little annoyances are fished out.<\/p>\n
Still, I watch every day.<\/p>\n
Trends change, hairstyles get perfected each morning.
\nThe scent of cologne drifts down the stairs, following the eighth-grader\u2019s footsteps.<\/p>\n
Once, after checking his hairstyle, I ask:<\/p>\n
You wash it every day with shampoo, right?
\nNo, \u2014 he snaps.
\nWhy? \u2014 I counter quickly.
\nI don\u2019t have proper shampoo. \u2014 I catch his answer.
\nInstantly, I appear with Dad\u2019s 3-in-1 bottle.<\/p>\n
Here, use this. \u2014 I offer.
\nI really cannot wash with this, \u2014 he shakes his head full of hair.
\nWhy not? \u2014 I stop.
\nA pause.<\/p>\n
Well, look at Dad\u2026
\nWhat\u2019s wrong with Dad? \u2014 I\u2019m curious.
\nHe\u2019s bald\u2026 \u2014 apparently Dad\u2019s hair fell out from that shampoo.
\nProtect the highest above from such cleansing consequences! \u2014 I smile, walking away with the cursed bottle, promising to buy something gentler.<\/p>\n
P.S. When you\u2019re 14, and you have a little brother\u2026
\nYou have to accept that your birthday cake looks like this.<\/p>\n
After singing \u201cHappy Birthday\u201d in the morning, one family member loudly reminds you that cake always follows the song. No exceptions. And \u201cwe\u2019ll eat it later\u201d is simply not negotiable.<\/p>\n
Adolescence & the terrible twos live under one roof with us.<\/p>\n
Never dull.
\nNever sad.<\/p>\n
Mua,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17819","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17819","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17819"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}