I am still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that 13 years ago at 6:57 am, I gave birth to a 21″, 7lb 15.6oz baby. And today, that baby is 5’3″ and 86lbs. And he is a teenager.
Am I even old enough to have a teenager? I am too young. Way too young (Ok. Not really. But in my mind’s eye, I am perpetually 25).
My baby is no longer a baby.
I feel like we’ve grown up right along side him.
I mean, I was 28 when I got pregnant with him, still in graduate school. 29 when I had him. He made us parents.
Despite the fact that I had worked with children for many years while in school and for a year after school, we really had no idea what we were doing (does anyone?). I still feel like, most times, we’re only acting like we know what we’re doing. Although I think we are doing ok. Just this weekend, he said to me, “mom, it shouldn’t matter about what is on the outside. It’s what’s in here that counts.”
But really, as parents, we’re all in this together. Struggling. Just trying to raise these people to be good, confident people. Giving them the foundation to make the right decisions. To make a positive difference. And to go forward and do whatever it is that makes them happy.
It is bittersweet to see them grow up, is it not? There have been some rough spots along the way (hello 5th grade! we did not enjoy you one bit), but 13? We like you. Welcome to your teens, baby boy. We’re excited to help you navigate these next few years. Happy 13th