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Makin' News Monday: No, Please Don't Grow Up

Today is a momentous day on SO many levels. I'm having a hard time digesting the sweeping change that is taking over my home. Last week Bryson turned 5 and now my first baby is one year away from being a teenager....I think I need a bottle of wine.

Twelve years ago I gave birth   Tyler. I was a kid. I knew nothing about the hardships and the joys of motherhood. I had no idea that it would be the most challenging and rewarding thing I would ever do. My life really started when I became his mother. Not because motherhood has taken over every fiber of my being, but because without him I would have aimlessly wandered through my 20's with no purpose.

Tyler is the best first child I could have asked for. He is the type of kid that will announce he is putting himself to bed on weekend, just because he is tired. I could always leave him unattended for a moment as a toddler and be certain when I returned I wouldn't have technicolor paint on my wall. He would meticulously arrange his DVD's and ask to change his shirt if a drop of food soiled it, all this at age 4.

Ty age  6
You could say we kind of grew up together; me from a girl to a woman and him from a boy, to now a young man. I'm so excited to see what kind of a teenager he will be. Don't get me wrong, ugly adolescence has already begun to creep into his voice, his shoe size, and most recently his "whatever" attitude. I have to keep reminding myself that this is normal; my little boy who loved to be tickled and sung lullabys before bed  is no more. He has been replaced with a young man who wears skinny jeans, is embarrassed to let his mother see him in his underwear, and is no-so-patiently awaiting his first kiss.

Ty on his 12th Birthday
As the wonderful Linda Richman would say "I'm all faklempt!"

How do you deal with your kids' birthday milestones?

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