I've almost got a teenager in the house.
Weston turned 12 this last summer.
People are always complaining about teenagers. And I've been thinking lately, maybe this Teenage Adventure has a lot to do with attitude. If you go into the journey expecting it to be horrible and awful and the worst years Possible, then you'll probably get just that, right?
But what if you go into it expecting it to be fun? What if you look for the good and the happy?
This boy is fun. He makes me laugh. We talk about books and school and cute girls. He asks me about the book I'm writing. He is a huge help with his younger siblings (he'll even play with Zoe in her pretend kitchen...that's a nice older brother, right?) He is impressed by what I sew or craft and tells me. I don't think I was half as responsible as him at my age.
Doesn't he sound awesome? That's because he is, of course.
|My Handsome Cowboy and I recently|
took Weston to the temple. It was
a great experience.
Sure he makes mistakes, but don't we all? I know I'm not perfect. Although I like to pretend I am sometimes... and that never ends well.
|He was pretty excited to eat in the cafeteria.|
Especially since we said he could order
whatever he wanted. Yeah. He liked that
quite a bit.
But I have a lot to learn about this being a mom to an almost teenager. He's not really a kid anymore. He's a young man. And I can see it. In how he carries himself. In the choices he makes.
And I'm so proud of him. I'm so proud and pleased I get to be his mother.