That future loomed like a long, dark tunnel ahead: middle school. AdvertisementMy memories of middle school colored my fears for my sonI remembered my own middle school years as both fun and fraught. In middle school, I jumped on an external validation treadmill that became very hard to get off, eventually losing touch with my own wants and needs. The author, middle, was worried when her son started middle school. The night before school started, I sat in the living room unboxing, unpackaging, organizing, and arranging.

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