Today is Jack's thirteenth birthday. He is officially a teenager. Where has the time flown?
Twelve has been eventful---Growing a foot-proudly passing up Mom, Elizabeth, now Abby, first shaves, voice changing (he's a tenor in Chante (choir), eyebrows and hair thickening, eats everything in sight, gangly, awkward, goofy, boney, bright, inquisitive, thoughtful. He still loves to set up a good battle on the living room floor, but prefers The Battle for Middle-Earth computer game. He's gone from reading Harry Potter to Killer Angels (Gettysburg), Lord of the Rings, and Dune--all at the same time! One minute he's laughing and joking with Abby, the next minute they're driving each other crazy!
People ask me why twelve can be tough. Let me illustrate with a typical situation. The other night, Jack took a really quick shower. Great. When asked if he had washed his hair or soaped up his body, he got this goofy grin on his face. Back in the shower he went! Come on, what's so difficult about deoderant, or hanging up towels, or putting the milk away. At twelve, the difference is: he knows better, but he plays dumb......really well!
I'm so proud of Jack. My little boy's growing up. Sometimes just not fast enough!
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