I am having difficulty lately accepting the fact that my son is going to be 14. He is a freshman in high school, has a nice group of guy friends and hobbies I don’t understand.
Oh, and he has an official girlfriend.
As you can imagine, my thoughts race to my freshman year in high school, and I begin to reflect on all of the debauchery I was a part of. I smoked cigarettes with my friends, swore a ton, kissed and made out with boys and lied and hid things from my parents. These were not horrible, and certainly were typical of my age, but when I try to picture my son in all of these situations, I freeze mentally. Could my son be doing these exact things under my nose?
The truth is, with the exception of swearing with friends, he isn’t. As a matter of fact, he is going real well for his age. He is growing up and going things very typical of a teenage boy.
And that is where my heart breaks.
I will be turning 40 in just under five months, and that is a lot to comprehend. That compounded with watching my son mature, it forces me to cherish the little things that happen with him. The time that he holds on longer than I do in a hug, when he thinks something I say is funny, when he wants to share that story about his friend with me. I’m Mom, so I am already uncool to the boys, so I will take any morsel of attention or information I can get!
I feel as though this has all happened so fast. One minute he needed me for everything, and now he knows everything and handles everything on his own. I do still inch my way in to see if everything is all right and ask if he needs anything, but now the problems will be going to Dad. Dad is cool. Dad knows it all.
And that is ok.
My husband is a wonderful role model for my son. There is not one character trait that he possesses that I think, “Man, I hope he doesn’t do THAT when he is older!”. My husband has schooled my son on the ways of boyhood, sex, girls and life. That makes it a little easier for me to handle being put in the corner.
I am watching people have babies, celebrating all of those firsts, and I am counting my lasts with my son. Granted, there are a lot of firsts yet to be celebrated, but those baby/childhood firsts are over. I mourn that and long for my own youth. Watching him makes me long for those days of self-discovery. It is when I met my husband, after all 🙂
Driving home from work yesterday, this song came on my radio and it immediately tugged at my heart. Though I was not unhappy about finding out I was pregnant (like the beginning of this song says), the premise of “There Goes My Life” is the same. I need to find me before I lose him. ❤ I love him with all I am and all I have.