In 6 days my darling son, my first born child, the one who draws me love notes and writes indiscernible sentences on random notebooks, will make 6 years.<\/p>\n
Apparently, this is also the same age that boys go through THE CHANGE.\u00c2\u00a0 As I was once a teenage girl, I understand the stress.\u00c2\u00a0 The confusion.\u00c2\u00a0 The embarrassment.\u00c2\u00a0 The sneaking pads around in little purses, secretly wondering who has switched to tampons (shhhh! don’t say it so loud!<\/em>) and wondering when to be so bold as to try.\u00c2\u00a0 The world just doesn’t UNDERSTAND!\u00c2\u00a0 And it’s SO UNFAIR!!!<\/p>\n I am counting on re-living those wonder years with my daughter (woo-hoo!) but it was a bit of a surprise to find them in my darling first-grade sweetheart boy.\u00c2\u00a0 Since when is every piece of music known to humanity BORING?\u00c2\u00a0 Why is it that the trial of bathing, eating, walking, dressing, and forheavenssake BREATHING, so totally and completely impossible?\u00c2\u00a0 Do you know how UNFAIR his life is?<\/p>\n Okay, I confess.\u00c2\u00a0 We ask him to make his bed in the morning, which can be a challenge considering the incredible athletic feats he conducts each night within it, but we figure it’s a good stepping stone to the roofing work and diamond mining he’ll start next month.<\/p>\n We’re taking it all in stride.\u00c2\u00a0 The mood swings, the sullen appearance, the sudden outbursts of tears.\u00c2\u00a0 We’re here for him, even if our being in the room makes it IMPOSSIBLE for him to CONCENTRATE.<\/p>\n If nothing else, it helps us appreciate those bright moments of beauty.\u00c2\u00a0 The sloppy kisses, the shared reading, the begs for nighttime cuddles.\u00c2\u00a0 He’ll grow out of this moody phase, yes.\u00c2\u00a0 But I’d take it a hundred times over if I could keep those sweet moments with it.<\/p>\n