Growing Up

Yesterday, my oldest son(11 yrs old) asked me if I could help him brush his hair before he left for school. I said sure, picked up the hairbrush and realized for the first time he was looking me straight in the eye. I had to stand on the stool to reach him. I have been noticing rececently, like at shoe shopping day (he now shops in the men's dept.), how much he has been growing, but I was still taller. Not anymore. I also knew this day would eventually get here, but did it have to get here so soon?

Sunday, he wanted to go to he movies with his friend and his 16 year old sister--who just happpens to be our trusted babysitter or there is no way I would have even considered it---they wanted to be dropped off and picked up after the movie was over. I said, "NO WAY, he's not ready to do that yet." Which translates into, I'm not ready to let him do that. My friend, the other kids' mother, said I have to let him go sometime. I know that -- it just didn't need to be time for that already.

Then to top it all off, he came home from school yesterday with a permission slip to take 6th grade health. I think we all remember that class. He's not a baby anymore.

After he left for the movies(yes, I let him go), my other son went home with his friend, and my 6 yr old rode home with her dad. My 3 yr old E. says to me "I guess it's just you and me." Yes, I guess it is.

I think a quote from Ferris Bueller applies here...something about life flying by and not wanting to miss it..but I can't remember it.


I know sometimes he reads my blog, so....

To my tall, handsome, 11 year old son,
I love you very much. Your dad loves you very much. We are both proud of the young man you are turning into. I am doing my best to teach you all of the things you need to know but please bear with me, I am also having to learn along with you.

love.....Mom



Now that I have sufficiently depressed myself, I'm going to go do some laundry.