It happened for the first time the other night. My 12 year old did not request a tuck in. Instead, he just announced, “I’m going to bed.”
“And I’m out of deodorant.”
Well, hold the freakin’ phone! What in the sam hell is going on here? (I may or may not be in denial that my oldest child is making the transition into adulthood.)
The signs have been present for a few months now…spending more time alone, talking privately with his friends, asking constantly for his own room, being extremely pissy and intollerant with his siblings, legs and arms longer than Inspector Gadget…I guess I should have seen this coming. But, when he didn’t need me to tuck him in, it became all too real.
Apparently, I’m not the only one to notice the “shift”. It’s wreaking havoc on my middle child too. “Mom, I’m depressed that Jack isn’t interested in the same things we used to do together. I feel like something is missing in my life. I’m feeling depressed.” Uh, how old are you again? You sure you haven’t moved into adulthood too, while I wasn’t looking? Are you out of deodorant as well? For the record, this kid is 9 going on ancient.
Oh man, I’m so out of my league with this…I feel like I’m about to ski the double black diamond. I need a puberty helmet.
So, I do what I always do when I don’t know what to do. I open my own Akashic Records, or the realm of consciousness that holds all information in the Universe, my own private internet of sorts, and I ask for guidance.
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