. . . with my son! (Gotcha!!!) After Christmas I promised the boys I would take each of them out alone. I would love to do it on a regular basis, but it never seems to happen like I plan it, so I just thought it would be fun to do all of them at that time. AJ and Stephen got their date with Mom, but it just kept not working out for Josh and I. (Mostly him. The kid has quite a busy social life for a 12-year-old homeschooler with few extracurricular activities!)
We went out for ice cream and to see the movie "Eragon." I caught up on some things I'm trying to hold him accountable in, and asked him lots of questions about things going on. Yeah, I got the "blah, blah, blah" comments and looks, but I needed the time to listen to him even if he wasn't crazy about talking. After quickly catching up (quick for me, long and drawn out for him), we just talked. It cracks me up to talk to my 5 1/2 foot son with his deep booming voice. Not only does his physical appearance and voice remind me every moment that he's growing up, but just the direction of the conversation is different. We can talk so much more maturely, and I'm feeling more confident about sharing little things with him that I wouldn't have before--like funny things that have happened, and memories from my life and such. It was weirdly like being out with a friend instead of my son.
OK. I'm panicking a little! Quit growing up! Did you hear me? I said QUIT IT!
Nope. He's still growing. And no matter what I do he won't quit.
Ya know the other thing that concerns me? Is he going to grow into those feet? Like puppies do? 'Cause I'm thinking I can't afford that sized shoe. (Or the rest of the clothes to go with it.)
Quit growing. Now!