I was invited to be part of a team to facilitate a workshop for adolescent girls. We started off with a tense team of teenagers staring at us like we had two heads. That is when it struck me that I am certainly growing old if I am now the facilitator and not the participant.
When did I stop being an adolescent? I mean there was no warning or anything apart from a few aches and pains here and there. Well, those years are gone. As I looked at their shinning but very timid faces, I knew exactly how they felt. I used to be so timid, a mouse was more outgoing. I hoped that nobody would see me especially the teachers who were likely to pick on me. I got so good, they sometimes forgot I was even then. But today, I wanted to reassure those young ladies that like me, they would soon outgrow it or be forced to be well spoken.
All the mushy stuff aside, I did not really understand their slang, didn't quite know the celebrities they said they admired, nor did I understand why some of them were dressed like they were older than their age. Goodness me, I am slowly turning into my mother. Yap, old age is definitely setting in.
But standing there and having something to share with them, made me proud that I could now stand up in front of such a judgmental and giggly group and impart "wisdom". Let's hope they picked up something I said as well as what I wanted them to see from our conduct.
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