No More Single Digits
In December my oldest son will be a teenager. This past August my youngest turned 10 years old. We are officially out of the single digits.
For families whose children are unaffected by disability, this era can bring a little more freedom for moms and dads. At these ages, parents are able to do small errands solo or get to projects around the house with minimal child supervision.
Even though my oldest won’t ever have the same capacity for independence as his peers and my youngest lags behind socially, I feel the change. My youngest has exchanged Thomas the Tank Engine for Power Rangers and Super Heroes. The toddler pool has been replaced by the water slide at the aquatics center.
I had quite a laugh this past weekend when I took my oldest son to a period costume fashion show. I had no idea how he would respond. It was amazing how well the show held his attention and I wondered if he found a new interest. But after a few minutes, I suspected that all the models who took a walk about the room and stopped particularly to give him notice didn’t hurt. Nor, the many other ladies who made a big deal over him and returned the blown kisses. (Yes, he really turned on the charm). It would seem my teenage son didn’t mind spending an afternoon with mom under such conditions.
Recognition of this new stage for my family really hit me the other day while I was shopping in a department store. As I passed the infant and toddler section, I felt a little sad that my boys are way too big for cute denim overalls or footie pajamas. Winnie the Pooh and Elmo no longer hold their attention. My days of rocking the boys to sleep in my arms has passed.
But I guess I need to dwell on the beautiful things at this stage. It’s important to savour the wonderful moments that we have today because one day I’ll look back and wonder how my boys turned into 20 somethings.