But instead of wallowing in that dread, I’m trying to celebrate all the greatness of having a son around. Because man alive, this boy brings a whole bunch of them.
(Don’t those girls just look overjoyed??)
They already had their “day date:”
(that’s what kids do around here a few weekends before the dances…because apparently a long night together is not enough…but boy he had fun, we love Kayla 🙂
And the real dance is in a couple weeks (I think).
I may have posted this before but I love this picture Lucy drew of she and Max because that’s just how they look when they are together…most especially the smiles, but Max’s pointy hair is pretty authentic too:)
Speaking of spiky hair, I get to be his hairdresser.
For Christmas Max gave Dave and I a bunch of stuff he made in his “clay” class at school (the only elective he could fit in that he has really liked).
I love the pots most.
Ok, just had to get those few things out while they’re in the front of my mind.
I don’t want it to sound like this boy of mine is a perfect, goofy soul. We sure have had our issues over the years. He’s my child I think I got most mad at in his pre-teens…my angry face close to his telling him all kinds of things that were infuriating me. He was (and still is) very stubborn (he takes after his mama), and hesitant and shy to talk to adults (again, just like his mama when I was his age). He can get super frustrated (again, from his mama…I once kicked a hole in my bedroom wall when I was his age…wait, did I just admit that??).
Dave and I worried because he was content to sit home and not do anything with friends (now we can scarcely keep him home), we worried he wouldn’t have enough motivation (he is now one of our hardest workers), we worried ourselves sick about every little thing (and still do…I think that’s the nature of parenthood, especially on your first-born).
But I love how all the frustrating and worrying times have mellowed over the years and have melded in to a beautiful tapestry of who we are now. We have both grown and been humbled in so many ways.
And when that boy who now towers over me with a kind smile on his face puts his arm around me before running out the door sporting one of his animal shirts, I wonder how I will ever be able to let him go.