The realization slapped me across the face last week when I was talking to a few friends about our sons. I will have a freshman in high school next year. *insert vomit sounds*
I may need to increase my therapy sessions.
I have been out of high school for 15 years. Yup, that still hasn't fulled wrapped its sticky tentacles around my brain yet.
While the orthodontist was discussing with Logan and I about his new braces routine, another realization punched me in the throat. This was a similar conversation I had when getting my braces on back in high school.
What the frack?
When did this happen?
Not that I object. I am thrilled with my almost 13 year old independent kids disposition. His younger years were spent in hospitals, doctors offices, and specialist buildings so really it is quite a medicinal blur. Now, he is almost has tall as I am, makes his own food, and has firm beliefs and opinions about everything. And, I mean everything.
I always thought I would be the type of mother who would never cry when their child went to school or would count the days until he moved out and went off to college. That was before I gave birth to the most amazing kid ever. I love spending time with him. We aren't friends or buddy's, that won't happen until he is much older, but I am sad that time is going by so quickly.
We have been in North Carolina for almost a year. Insane! Logan's growth, both emotionally and socially has been awesome to watch.
It's a phantom.
Just sneaks up behind you unknowingly and swipes the days away.
As we begin our climb toward those conversations of drivers license, dating, and jobs, I will absorb each moment. Because the other realization that hit me was that my parents and grandparents are growing older.
The stress about my book and homeschooling is so small compared to what truly matters. Because, every time I allow stress to come in, I am taking time away from the people I love. I am not okay with that.
So very true, Ben. So very true.
Until next time.
Keep it real, peeps!