{"id":1943,"date":"2010-12-07T08:41:00","date_gmt":"2010-12-07T14:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2010\/12\/07\/my-first-teenager\/"},"modified":"2022-07-05T14:40:21","modified_gmt":"2022-07-05T12:40:21","slug":"my-first-teenager","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2010\/12\/07\/my-first-teenager\/","title":{"rendered":"MY FIRST TEENAGER"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I never really thought about what it would mean, 13 years ago, when you were born&#8230;that at some point you would grow UP. Grow beyond, pass me with a smile and a wave and that glint of mischief in your eye. I mean, I KNEW it was coming, but it wasn&#8217;t any kind of tangible real thing then. That you would grow from a baby with the most darling feet and dimple to a toddler to a child to a preadolescent to a TEENAGER. <\/p>\n<p>Now you&#8217;re in 7th grade. You&#8217;re thirteen! You&#8217;re the most amazing person and all I can do is marvel at you, nearly every day. I remember being thirteen (back in the Stone Age). It was the year I met my best friend, the year I began to understand how the world worked and what it meant to grow up; at least the beginning of a glimpse of what it meant (I&#8217;m still learning what it means, actually. You&#8217;ll see!). Thirteen was being poised on the edge: no longer a child in so many ways, but adulthood still frustratingly far away. It comes faster than you think: enjoy every minute of being a teenager, kid. I love you! Happy birthday, Martin!<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/07\/229589_original.jpg\" align=\"middle\" width=500 height=739 alt=\"Martin 2010\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I never really thought about what it would mean, 13 years ago, when you were born&#8230;that at some point you would grow UP. Grow beyond, pass me with a smile and a wave and that glint of mischief in your eye. I mean, I KNEW it was coming, but it wasn&#8217;t any kind of tangible real thing then. That you would grow from a baby with the most darling feet and dimple to a toddler to a child to a preadolescent to a TEENAGER. Now you&#8217;re in 7th grade. You&#8217;re thirteen! You&#8217;re the most amazing person and all I can&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10],"class_list":["post-1943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-martinbean"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1943"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6887,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1943\/revisions\/6887"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}