|Jakob, a few days after his 10th birthday party where he broke his arm.|
My son is about to turn 13 years old. This will happen on June 2nd. This terrifies me. First of all, let me tell you that my own teen years were hellish. As in I acted like a reject from hell. I know that many adults uttered the curse, "I hope you have a child just like you someday." So obviously I'm terrified that they are somehow voodoo priestesses who are burning candles and chanting weird words over a doll bearing a striking resemblance to yours truly.
|Jakob, at age 12, letting me use his head to measure tutus.|
Second of all, the pushing out of mom has already started. Do you know that he and Tim planned his whole birthday party? I've only been tasked with two things: ordering the cake and making a fruit tray for the party. Can you believe it?!?! I'm a designated "helper." Meanwhile Tim is getting all the credit for planning the super awesome paintball lake cookout party.
|Me and Jakob, ages 20 and 18 months respectively, 2002.|
Lastly, I'm really not upset about the party or him growing up because he's doing it so well. He will finish seventh grade today actually with 3 A's and 4 B's. He is in advanced placement math (he does not get that from me!), and he's going into advanced placement english next year (I can take credit for that!). I'm just sad that his growing up means my letting go.
|Jakob, 8 months, and he still loves the water this much!|