My eleven year old is asking a girl to the dance for next Friday. Wow. I am so not old enough for this, yet I feel that he is FINALLY old enough, if that makes sense. Of all my kids, I need him to grow up a bit. He has been such a hard child that the glimpses of adult hood from him are promising to be wonderful. When he talks to us like a "real person" and has things to say and opinions, I just love it. I am so very thankful that so far he includes us in his life, sometimes he tells me things that even I wonder why the hell is he telling me this. But it is good. In three more months he will be twelve, and I will have a "preteen". Yikes. Scariest thought of all is I met my husband when I was fourteen. I am so looking forward to this next step though. I think, with him at least, I will be a much better mother to him now. I still don't "Get" him, I don't think I ever will. We just don't connect on a familiarity level, we have NOTHING in common. Our personalities are completely at odds with each other. I just don't understand him....I am realizing though that I don't have to understand him. I can see his differences and appreciate them.
Parenting is so hard. Wonderful, exciting, rewarding, awe-inspiring...but hard.
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