"Daddy, do you think I'm going through puberty?"
My 9-year old (about to be 10) asks my husband the other night.
What!!?!! "What did you say?" I asked. The first of many conversations that I just wasn't ready for, not yet. And while my husband told me what they talked about, how he explained to Jackson what this meant and what happens when a boy goes through puberty, I couldn't help but realize the fact that he went to my husband about this. He's always been a momma's boy. My mini-me. We talk about everything. Of course, he hates it when I even mention girls to him, but we talk about everything else. I guess I can't expect him to come to me about boy stuff. After all, I'm a girl. (Although I am a nurse and can probably explain puberty better than Daddy, but we won't get into that.) It's obvious he felt comfortable going to his father about this, and that makes me so happy. That's how it's supposed to be.
But wait, this is yet another sign that my little boy is growing up. And that makes me happy and sad all at the same time. I wish I could seriously freeze time. He's such a great age right now. Semi-independent. Semi-responsible. Yet, still a bit naive and just enough little boy. Still likes cuddling and needs his mommy when he's sick (although one thing I'm learning about boys is that they never outgrow this). And he still thinks the sun and moon revolve around his parents. I don't have to worry about girls breaking his heart. Or getting cut from the high school baseball team. Bad grades and drugs. Self-esteem fears. All he cares about right now is his video games, his family, whether it might snow tomorrow and school will get canceled, and, well, that's about it....
The other night, prior to him asking his Dad about puberty, I noticed what looked like a zit on his face. So, being the nosy mother I am (and a strange mom at that), I asked to smell his armpits. I did not like it. It smelled like onions. Say it ain't so! So I just nonchalantly reminded him to wear his deodarant every day. Which he has done. And his cologne, too. Religiously. I should note, there was no hair.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.