It mainly freaks me out because I know that, sooner, rather than later, arm pit hairs will begin to sprout. Growth spurts will occur and overnight he will be sporting shorty, short jeans (floods, which are a pet peeve of mine). His now blond peach fuzz, on his face, will turn into a darker, coarser, fuzzy worm on his top lip. And heaven help me if a chest hair suddenly appears. I just can't handle it!
What really worries me are the future challenges he will begin dealing with. Homey registers for the big, bad Junior High this week. And everyone knows that means kids exhibiting pda (public displays of affection), cussing, substance abuse, girls, and hormones. Hormones! Oh the horror!
Homey once told me he didn't want to attend the junior high, that he will be attending, because he heard that the kids swear a lot there. How sweet and innocent is that? I had to tell him that no matter where he goes to school, he will be hearing things he doesn't like. Now, how sad is that?
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Although our household will be experiencing big changes in the near future, I do know that he will experience such wonderful things also. When he goes to his first formal dance, you can be sure that I will be there to take a million pictures. When he gets his driver's license, you can be sure that I will be having him run to the grocery story for milk. And you can be sure that the dashboard will have my finger indentations from the fear of being his passenger. When he graduates, you can be sure our family will be elated with what he has accomplished. And when he gets his mission call, you can be sure tears will be running down my cheeks. But they will be happy tears. And when he gets married to his eternal companion... well, let's just not go there yet. I'm barely able to handle him getting arm pit hair.