So, you mums enjoying your toddlers and babes in arms, do you look forward to a time when they're more grown up, more independent? When they become teenagers, perhaps? Dream on......
If the terrible twos can begin at birth then the terrible teens can begin at age ten!
All well-camouflaged among some jocular and loving moments, of course.
See, I'm not trying to put you off or anything! Its not all bad, honest and I love it really.... shhh, don't tell!
There is relief in the increased level of independence, after you've braced yourself for letting go. However, with that gift of bestowed independence comes a new maternal skill to be learned. That of private detective, if you catch my drift.
They are the eighth wonder of the world, teenagers. All gangly and angst ridden and bursting with conflicting emotions that's hard to keep up with. Like the argumentative yet compliant, the mature yet child-like, snuggly yet fiercely independent, all-knowing yet constantly inquisitive, exhausting; energising and cross versus hilariously funny. You should note that all can occur simultaneously or we can glide effortlessly from one to the other, in the blink of an eye or the popping of a wine cork!
And yet there it is, still there throughout it all; his ability to be hilariously funny and make people, well me anyway, laugh!
Only now it's in a slightly more grown up way. I won't reveal all, I don't want to be banned from the blogosphere after all.
However one of his latest (and there are lots) amusing ways are the telling of jokes. 'Stupid/Ugly Mom' jokes. Sigh.... I really do try to chastise and not laugh. Honest.
My mom is so stupid that she replaced her tooth with a - wait for it - blue tooth - to get wi-fi! Boom Boom!
OrMy mom is so ugly that she scared the shit out of the toilet. Sigh.
Actually, mom is quite clever if she can do the latter and that lady who guffawed loudly in the swimming pool when told that joke was not me. Absolutely not. Some random mum I suspect. Ahem.
So there you have it; the joys of teendom as Teen Boy and I navigate its stormy yet calm waters.
The shock as my wagging finger rises higher and higher as I chastise my ever-growing boy. The boy that used to need me to reach for things for him and whom soon will be stretching up to that top shelf for me!
No doubt there will be more thoughts and moments to share as we
I repeat what I said before: so long as snuggles and hilarity abound all will be well.
And rest assured, there will always be a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge, no matter the age of your child!
Besides, I wouldn't have it any other way; he's absolutely my best boy in the whole world and I love him to bits :-)