High School? Really?

Today I registered my baby boy for high school (don't tell him I called him that). I can't believe DB is 14 years old and about to be a freshman! To top it off, now that we are out of that horrible district, we're putting him back in public school. His dad and I got a chance to meet his counselor, the soccer and baseball coach (he's trying out for both), and get a look around the school.

We've got his new backpack ready to go. New shoes, new haircut, new clothes (well, some anyway), and it doesn't feel real. When did he grow up? And when did he get taller than me? It happens so fast. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and enjoy more of his growing up again. Ah, to re-live the first steps, his first words, that cute baby smile, his adorable baby giggle, and all the other things that make up for the late nights, teething, and diaper changes. Alas, it's a one time deal.

I'm very proud of the man he's growing up to be. If he focuses and puts his mind to it, he's got a big bright future ahead of him. He's brilliant (and that's not just the mom in me talking), fit, athletic, and totally adorable. I just can't believe it's happening so fast. GB decided to comfort me by reminding me that soon he will have his Senior Ball and be graduating. Thanks a lot. Why not twist the knife a little and tell me soon he'll be moved out, married and have a family of his own. *sigh* What's a mother to do.

Guess I just need to put on a happy face and be encouraging and there for him, it's not easy. Sure does make me appreciate my mom more. Love you mom!

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

Teenage Boys - Eww

I am the mother of a 13 year old boy. Little boys are cute, and sometimes gross. They like to play in the mud and dirt, they play with snails and bugs, and they are in general semi-disgusting.

Teenage boys are worse. They're growing hair in places that a mother does not want to see (get your mind out of the gutter people, I'm talking about his armpits). They smell. Come on kid, I buy you deoderant for a reason. Take a shower and put some on! Then there is the hair on his upper lip - I'm too young to have a kid old enough to shave!! For goodness sakes, when did this happen??? Leg hair galore, I don't even want to know about hair anywhere else... but he tells me anyway.

One one hand, I don't want him to feel embarrased to talk to me about anything, especially while he is going through the difficulties of puberty, but did he really just tell me that? And how can I convince him that it's wrong for him to walk around in his underwear all of a sudden when it wasn't a problem before? Not only that, but his father still does it and that doesn't bother me. Well, I don't have an issue with seeing my husband's "package", but my son - EWWW! I don't want to know how big it may or may not be, I really don't want to know anything about it unless it is a medical type issue that a doctor may need to know about. But if I tell him that, or show disgust or embarrasment at discussions of such a private nature, he may start to feel uncomfortable talking to me, which is the last thing I want. So I'll suck it up, but get him shorts to wear to bed, and try and do what a good mommy would do for her son that is growing up WAY too fast.

I guess it could be worse, he could be walking around naked. Or really worse, he could feel like he can't talk to me about stuff, and have a big problem come down the way in the future. I miss the easier times when it was as simple as feed him, bathe him, change him, and love him. But he is turning into a fine young man, and as grossed out as I am occasionally, he is very smart, kindhearted, fit, likeable, honest and has a plan for his future that he is willing to work for. What more could a mother really ask? Top it all off, he's super cute, so I know my grandbabies are going to be adoreble. :) Not that I want grandkids anytime soon, he's still too young for that!

Until next time,

The Blogoholic