My Thirteen story

                                            

I was on the phone with my sister, I wanted to inform her about something I learnt through a video posted by the American blogger Perez Hilton. He explained that siblings who don’t play with one another, tend not to like each other, I love my nieces and I want them to be best of friends. Not surprisingly though my sister knew all about that, she said she makes sure her two adorable daughters are always in each other’s company even if they are on a play date.  Then she said something that got me, I mean it really struck me, in her words “parent need to be careful how they let their kids behave during their formative years cos according to a research any habit your kids have till they are 13 is permanent, they get to modify it but it still that same habit”.

I thought about what she said, I even recall some extended family members who clearly do not like their siblings. Their parent had probably allowed that bad habit stayed with them till they were 13. Then I began to think about myself, 13! Where was I at 13? What did I do at 13 that stayed with me? I got into my birthday suit stood in front of my mirror to look at myself, to think about myself (well if you find that unsettling no apologies that’s just how I meditate).

At first it was flashes, tiny bit of memories, then it became clearer and clearer my whole self came to me yes! This theory makes sense 13 really is the golden age. How do I know this? I like to attach event to date, that’s how I keep track of things and the year I turned 13 was the year my family moved to a new home and that move changed everything in my life.

Prior to that life was constant, stable and nothing to read much meaning to or so I thought, the truth is I can’t even remember who that girl is anymore, I can’t define her thought or what drives her.

Before I was 13 I thought everyone will stay together forever, that I will grow old in the same neighborhood, my childhood friends would still be my friends when am 93 and I, my sibling and their families will live together in one house, how I expected us to pull that off in that apartment building we were staying I really don’t know. But that year my sisters went off to college, my family moved to a new neighborhood and I learnt a vital lesson “people don’t stick together forever” it has been modified yeah but that year I created the habit of not getting too attached to things and people. 

What your thirteen story?