Wow. Talk about feeling old. Our oldest son officially became a teenager on Wednesday. Hard to believe that 13 years ago we were marveling at how tiny and perfect he was. My husband and I would lay him between us on the bed and spend literally hours marveling at how amazing the mystery of birth really is. Now, he stands within an inch of being the same height as me. Tonight, as we sit here, we are surrounded by a group of 10 13-year-olds in addition to our three boys. Talk about being overtaken. Although I must admit, it’s nice to see a bunch of kids have fun and laughing. I don’t know, however, how our house is going to withstand the night.
So now we undertake the part of the journey that I hear is the most emotionally wrecking for both the parents and the kids. Onset of puberty, hormones, mood swings and all that good stuff. And whoever said that mood swings only happens with girls, obviously has not raised boys. While maybe not as pronounced or predictable, they are there and can be just as devastating for both parent and child.
Well, we are set for this threefold as all three of our boys turn teenager one right after the other. Hold on tight, it’s going to be a hell of a ride………….