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Our Lukas turned 14 yesterday. I'm feeling very aware that birthdays lose their magic a bit in your teens. When you're little birthdays seem to hold endless possibilities, but by the time you're a teenager, you know the limitations better. He received a few things he had asked for, and we had cake and ice-cream after dinner, but of course the rest of the day was just a regular school day, and in high school there aren't announcements about your special day in class. Lukas doesn't like to draw attention to himself, so that didn't bother him. But at some level I felt like I wished I could make it more magical for him. Growing up is hard when you're a mum!

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With Lukas turning 14 yesterday and Erik turning 16 in ten days time, I really do feel like a 'teen mum' now. On the one had, we gave Lukas a gift card to a cool little shop call Off Ya Tree, which sells all the cool stuff . 'Cool stuff' includes things like glass bongs, tees depicting hypersexed girls toting machine guns, and body piercing service... All of which he has been told are not options for him. Ah, the joys of having teenagers.

Still, I'm quite liberal - becoming more so the older they get, it seems - so if he must have the skull tee shirt, or the zombie-eating-brains backpack, I can live with that.

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Meanwhile, Mr almost 16 tried to get me to bleach his hair and colour it something 'not natural hair colour' last night. This did not happen. Not because I'm opposed to him colour his hair - it's just hair - but because he had school today and they have a strict policy about 'not natural hair colour'. To be honest with you, I think the policy is daft, myself, but a policy is a policy and if he wants to go to that cool school with all the cool things it offer, he's got to follow the rules.

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My biggest reservation with the whole hair colour thing is that he has so much hair. It's going to take forever to do, and his hair is dark and fine and will definitely suffer in the bleaching process. It will going frizzy and break off and look crap. I've told him many times that if he wants to mess with his hair, he needs to cut it shorter. I guess he just needs to learn the hard way. I imagine my Saturday is spoken for...

Still working on chapter one. Trying to get it sorted by Monday afternoon so I can send it to a visiting 'Thinker in Residence' who has kindly agreed to have a chat with me about my work on Friday next week. It will be good to get another set of eyes on the chapter as well. I'm sure he'll confirm all my supervisor has already said, but still, every opportunity for a fresh perspective must be grasped with both hands.

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