Thursday, February 21, 2013
I remember pushing my Teen Boy around in a buggy, when he was just a snuggly baby and I was a demented, sleep deprived, new mum.
I also remember looking at the other mums walking with their 'older' children of maybe 4 or 5 years of age and thinking I was so lucky that my boy was still a baby.
See, in my demented-new-mum state I wanted to hold on to the baby stage and not let go. Besides, who needs sleep anyway?
Of course, regardless of our wishes, our children grow up. And while 13 years is quite a long time this growth seems to be more of the over night variety than of the gradual one.
The teenage years are filled with hormone induced Teen Moments of many kind.
One never knows what to expect next and while the deepening of voices and hairy arm-pits etc; are but the blink of an eye away, other miracles happen too.
Of course, we can also help those miracles to materialise.
One never knows where the act of teaching your child the important life lesson - life-saving even: his, not mine- of making his/her demented mum a cup of tea might lead.
I mean he could one day make you a cup of tea and then a couple of days later, when the mid-term break is over and he is heading back to school, wake up with an incredible independent streak. He may even - brace yourself now - hop out of the bed like there was a Gaming Festival on or something, get dressed without being reminded a zillion times and rush downstairs insisting on making his own breakfast. And yours too if you want it.
And, this could last for a few days.
Until the tiredness of the early morning risings hits, that is, and then it's business as usual .... Cue the return of the fishwife-screaming-demented mum.
But it gives us a glimpse of the young adult that is waiting to break through, shaped and formed by those around them.
And it also gives us a glimpse of the life-changes ahead, as the demented-mum becomes the discarded-mum. Well, maybe more the stored-safely-away-until-she's-needed-mum. Like for laundry, taxi-duties, feeding times and snuggles too, for as long they're accepted.
I may have wanted to hold on to my snuggly baby but I'm now bravely looking forward to letting my Teen Boy grow his wings.
I will not be sad, no tears shall be shed.
So long as he learns his next lesson well and tea and toast is served to me in bed on occasion, all will be well ;-)