As my own 13 year old enters the 8th grade, I think about how important EVERYTHING seemed at that age, and how trivial that is to me now.
It doesn’t seem like too long ago that I was in his shoes. Although, I think his feet are bigger than mine were at that age. At 13, I thought I knew it all, and I thought I had seen it all. Looking back on it now, of course, that is very much not true.