“Even as kids reach adolescence, they need more than ever for us to watch over them. Adolescence is not about letting go. It’s about hanging on during a very bumpy ride.” Ron Taffel
This summer I noticed it. Where did time go and how did it sneak up on me so fast? My twelve year old son started showing the signs of adolescence. His hairy long legs fell off the couch while he played with his Kindle. “Mom, I’m hungry.”
“You just ate half an hour ago.”
“So, I’m hungry.”
Needless to say, he continues to be an eating machine. His once clear face is starting to have little blackhead visitors take up residency. I have to remind him to put on deodorant before he goes anywhere. He bumps into things more often, either because his hair is in his eyes or he isn’t paying attention. This is only the beginning, I know. But it is a first for me, I didn’t have brothers, only sisters. I’m not exactly sure what to expect.
Every morning, I drop him off at school. He gives me a goofy grin and says, “See ya later!” He still waves as he walks away. I wonder how much longer he will wave. I wonder how much longer he will talk to me on the way to school. I hope he always will, but I know how quickly things can change when so much is going on inside of you.
I’ve taught him as much as I could while he was small. I will continue to teach him as he grows and goes through the teen years and pray that he hears my advice.