You know, I swore I’d never be one of *those* moms…
The mom who spouts cliches like “how time flies!” and “treasure every moment, it goes so quickly” and “where did the time go??!”
I became a Mom.
And this morning my son woke me up and crawled in bed beside me to get a hug and I said “Happy Birthday, sweetie!” and he said “I’m EIGHT! Which means soon I’ll be nine. And that means before you know it I’ll be 18, and I’ll probably move out sometime soon after that. And that will make you sad because I’m your boy and you love me, but you will understand because you want me to be happy and besides, I’m getting married. And once I’m married to the girl I pick out you won’t want me to live in your home, but you’ll miss me. Can I open my presents now?”
And then he handed me my coffee, and proceeded to open his presents (knit socks, a knit hat, a PS2 and a bunch of games I scored for him online.) He’s also getting money, the first year he’s opted for the $$ instead of a ton of presents.
He’s buying a BB gun and saving the rest for his desperately desired laptop, because “I don’t think it’s fair that I can’t turn Dad’s laptop into my own Minecraft server. I mean, I understand, but I don’t like it. I want my own computer.”
He’s also, for what I know is the last year ever, looking at Playmobile and deciding not to buy it.
This growing up is so bittersweet – this year, he’s discovered social justice in a big way. It’s all about what’s wrong with the world and what he’s going to do to fix it…he was asking me about an encounter he had this week with someone “because she said (x), and I half-smiled to humor her, but inside I was rolling my eyes and thinking “yep, that’s the crazy church stuff brainwashing her!” I really wish people like that could know God, Mom, and not just the crazy.”
He hears a lot of fairly passionate talk around our home, and it’s funny and heart-rending to see what causes he internalizes and makes his own. Fair treatment of children is a big one. So is making sure that everyone in the world is fed and has water…I haven’t yet told him that goal isn’t attainable. Because you know what? If anyone could make that happen, it would be this kiddo of mine!
And for the first time, he set an achievable life goal for himself (for a while, he’s wanted to be a real ninja and a web developer when he grows up.)
This week, he announced that he wants to move to Italy and be the world’s best pasta chef, ever, and make homemade pasta forever and ever.
I’m tempted to spout those cliches about now…but then I look at the quirky, unique, amazing little person my son is – the young man he’s becoming – and I realize a cliche can’t possibly sum him up or do this parenting journey justice.
So I’ll just enjoy the ride – I can hardly wait to see what the next years bring <3 In random order…a few of my favorites from over the years – grabbed from photobucket, so the sizes may vary 😉