You know how when you have a lot of little kids running around and older mothers look at you and say "Oh just enjoy it when they are young. They grow up too fast." Well I thought they were nuts. Enjoy what? The poop diapers, no sleep, sticky floors, clothes that smell like spit-up? I did enjoy my kids when they were little but it was HARD! (said in whining voice). Now it's not like I am retired from parenting. I still have a 5 year old terrorist in the house but I really do enjoy my older kids. I don't have to wipe their bums, hold the tissue while they blow, make sure their clothes match or use my momma spit on their juice mustaches.
My oldest man/boy is 16. There are lots of things that I like about him.
*He drives his sister to early morning seminary at 6 am and then to school and then home again. And he lets me pay for his gas money. Isn't that sweet?
* He has only been on one date since he turned 16. And that one was girl's choice. His hormones are still in check (Yes, he likes girls. He likes them A LOT! He's just not sure what to do with them yet)
* I can have a conversation with him. That does not mean there is not the teenage rolling of the eyes and the "oh mom you are so dumb" looks on his face, but he does listen to me.
* I don't have to tell him to bathe, brush his teeth or wear clean socks everyday.
* He still tolerates my hugs and kisses.
The things that make me sad...
* He is taller than me and still growing.
* He can eat an entire box of cheese crackers in one sitting.
* He is stronger than me. And he knows it.
* He voice sounds like his dads. I hear him talking downstairs and I think my hubby is home. Nope, it is just my man/boy that sounds like him.
*He still lets me buy his clothes and says he likes them even when he doesn't.
* He tolerates my hug and kisses.
On Sunday he had to put on a tuxedo to give an announcement in church about an upcoming formal dance. He then handed each girl a rose, in true "The Bachelor" style. (Though he could make a better decision than The Bachelor, with his eyes closed. But that is a whole other blog)
Yes that is my boy turned man/boy. Tall, red, handsome. Just like his dad. Maybe that's why I like him so much.