It’s official. My oldest turns 13 today (Happy Birthday Joey!!). Let the fun begin. No more, “Mother may I help you with the dishes.” or “I’d rather stay home and play with my siblings than go out with my friends on Friday.” Oh, who am I kidding, those things never happened in the first place. Truthfully Joey will make being the mom of a teenager seem easy. Just like when I would overhear the other preschool parents complaining about this-or-that tantrum or this-or-that appliance that got wrecked by their toddler I just smiled and nodded thinking, “My Joey doesn’t do any of that.” Concluding, of course, it was because I was such a great mom! Then came child 2,3,4…to prove me wrong. The truth is I was blessed with an easy-going child the first time around and it will be nice to “try-out” parenting a teenager with someone who won’t put us through the ringer right away. There are definitely some teenage tendencies I have noticed in him like his increased “need” for money (mostly for youth group stuff but whatever happened to going out for pizza vs. an afternoon playing paint ball $$.) He also spends more time at activities or with friends than at home (hmmmm, who does that sound like?). He is still enjoyable to be around and only uses the “eye-roll-grunt” occasionally so I hope that doesn’t change. It is an exciting time.
Of course I will spend some time flipping through his baby book and remembering the day he was born, making me a mother. A proud mother.