All I ever wanted were those cute little newborns and toddlers. All the stars in my eyes about motherhood centered around that. (more about that here)
I never envisioned my own children towering over me.
Most of the time I spent daydreaming of holding a sweet, perfectly behaved and smiling toddler on my hip I think I was a teenager. So it’s only natural that I didn’t look longingly at other teenagers and dream of having my own.
But here I am with almost three of them.
And circles of their friends who frequent our house. Eating. Laughing. Talking about funny things.
And guess what?
I adore teenagers.
The other night a few of Max’s friends were here and as I prepared something in the kitchen I loved listening as they were picking Dave’s brain about China and how it really is over there (so different from the China they learned about in school). Dave moved over from the kitchen into the family room to get some work done on the computer. They followed him right over there and kept the questions coming. Something about their curiosity and respect just filled my heart right up.
I love how all these kids who are friends with my kids are so nice to our little girls. I love that Claire will run up and give them all big hugs when they come over. I love that Grace’s friends who were helping her babysit the other night, included Lucy in “The Flour Game” and the look of delight on her face when she told me about it the next day.
Right now we are going into a new stage with teenagers:
It is what I call “The Dance Phase.”
Our kids wait until they are 16 to date, so Homecoming this year is the first dance Max is eligible to go to. It’s coming up this Saturday. I loved watching him figure out how to “ask” his date…with the help of his friends and mostly Elle (fresh from tennis).
As they were getting things ready, the doorbell rang and the little girls scrambled to get there first and found this:…from a girl who was asking Max to Winter Formal (which is girls’ choice) at a neighboring high school. (They aren’t doing Winter Formal at our school for some reason this year.)
Max was then the proud owner of a few new fish (only one of them is still alive as we speak…we named it “survivor.”)
Elle did such a good job on Max’s poster that his friend sweet-talked her into doing his too:
She made the boys put on the finishing touches.
And then they were off to “ask” to the big dance.
(That piñata was filled with candy and a few of the pieces had letters to Max’s name written on them…his date had to unscramble it except that she caught him there so I’m sure she didn’t really unscramble anything. Max’s friend gave his date a bunch of fortune cookies with his poster, and on some of the fortunes he put the letters of his name to unscramble.)
These boys already had their “day date” last week. Do they do that in other parts of the country? They have a whole day a week or two before the dance where they take their dates on some great adventure.
Here he is heading off to pick up his date: He begged me to take that picture because he loves pictures soooooo much 🙂
Yes, we are onto a new phase of life here in the desert.
And so far I think it’s pretty grand.