The mother of a teen boy? Me?
As I've told you before, I'm an only child.
As a matter of fact, my mother and grandmother were only children, too.
Aside from the whole "small family reunion" thing, a downside to all this only daughter-ness is that I don't always know how boy children work.
My oldest child is a girl. I've been a girl. I "get" the girl thing.
The boy thing?
Not so much.
My middle child, a boy, is nearly 12 years old, and my oldest is a girl.
She's 13 and is a very dominant personality. It is impossible to ignore her, and sometimes I get so caught up with her, that I forget he's growing up, too.
Earlier today, he responded extremely rudely to something I said, so his punishment was that he wasn't allowed to go to the store with his dad and brother to pick out a movie. He had to stay in his room instead.
He is also very, very, very, very, very bull-headed, (has been since he was a wee child) and he still didn't respond appropriately to me when I went to talk to him.
Did I mention the bull-headed part?
Anyway, I went back and explained to him yet again why he was being punished, and yet again he responded inappropriately.
Here I was trying to talk to him to finish it up and let him out of his room, and he would have nothing of it.
I walked away wondering if the hospital had given me the wrong child 11 years ago and then it dawned on me: he's nearly a teenager.
I guess he never ages in my head since I'm often caught up with his sister. Then, I'm surprised when something like this happens and I remember he's no longer 8 years old.
I recognize that I need to do something about that, but I may just toss him out the window, instead.*
Yep, he's almost a teen.
(* No teens or pre-teens were harmed in the making of this post. It is a joke. I wouldn't throw him out the window, who would mow the grass, then?)
















