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| Growing Up to be Like his Dad (Sob!) |
Ahhh.
Home. So as I was away adventuring on the red rocks of Utah, my 11 year
old had decided that my homecoming present would be the subtle gift of: growing
up.
Something
has happened to him and his fuzzy-almost-teenager brain during the few days I
was gone. I think I shall call it: Beating to his own drum. Because, from what
I can notice, since I’ve been home, there’s been an independence. A maturity. A
will to do it his own way, not in a belligerent mode, but in a subtle: “Hey,
Mom, I’m growing up” mode.
Yipes.
What
the hedge happened?
Possibly,
he’s been moving in this direction for some time. And only in finding my own
fresh-air, adrenaline filled, out-of-mommy-mode, adventure for some space….. was
I able to come back and SEE and notice the growing “man” that he’s becoming.
(Sob!)
Making
his own sandwiches. (Sob!) Gathering his Lacrosse gear 4 times a week without
me having to sort, seek, and go on a GPS tracking mission for a lost elbow-pad.
(Sob!) Caring about his hair – “Mom, I really need a haircut…” (Sob!)
(Caring
about his hair?????????)
Seemingly
such little things if you are a non-parent. But, oh just you wait, friends with no
kids yet.... You’ll be in this same, pathetically-tortured yet wonderful boat as I
am right now someday! You'll see!
And as for me: It’s a verclempt moment for this mama. Growing up.
Oy.
Namaste
& Three Cheers! -OM
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