my boy is changing.
gosh, i hate it. especially because he is my firstborn. that's what i keep telling myself at least.
he is still my sweet child, but i see the metamorphosis happening.
he's increasingly more quiet (if that is possible).
he retreats to his bedroom for long periods of time.
he likes music and listens to it and knows all the current songs.
some girls really annoy him, but SOME don't. (eek)
he is wearing deodorant.
his legs are getting hairier.
he doesn't see the need to shower EVERY day.
he has almost a man's appetite.
i am no longer allowed to hold his hand or kiss him in public. (stab my heart)
he and i are reading the same books for fun.
this is a heart wrenching part of parenthood. i know it is just growing pains for us both, but man does this hurt emotionally. i am happy to see him mature and develop himself. but what happens when he has a girlfriend? oh no, i don't think they are going to stand a chance.
i've got to tame my mama-bear now.
