There’s a downside to having teen kids in the house. No, let me rephrase that: there are downsides to having teen kids in the house. But some of the downsides have flipsides that are actually upsides.
Like, music. Thanks to them, I have been exposed to a lot of music that I wouldn’t have heard had they not been living in my house. Much of this exposure has been traumatic, but some of it has been numinous. They call it “Mom’s musical education”, as though I have none, but I am glad of it when it brings me things like Lark, and Regina Spektor.
Music lives, despite what my grandfather predicted. Even though he would not agree.
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