Teenage Boy
My oldest turned 13 a couple of months ago. What happened to my precocious, strong-willed, bossy, fun-loving little guy?
He got taller and grew up, just a little.
He’s still all of the above, and though he’s matured over the years, I think I’ve changed more. I’ve learned that with Chris it’s not about how many times I tell him to do something, it’s about making sure he’s heard me.
It’s about making work seem fun, even when it’s not. It’s about building him up and not focusing on what he does wrong. It’s about encouraging him and not lecturing him.
I wish I could say I do all of the above, but just the other day I started to rant about him getting C’s on his homework. Luckily I caught myself, apologized and we discussed a plan to help him be accountable.
My little boy who got glasses in second grade is now wearing contacts. He’s almost as tall as me (5ft. 3 1/2 inch.) and is showing no real outward signs of maturing.
That’s just fine with me. He’ll have the rest of his life to be an adult. I’d like to hold on to him as long as I can.
