Sticks and the Bees
As a bee,
Eleven years ago,
A babe in my arms,
I dreamed you’d
Is that a chorus of groans I hear? As I was looking at my photos for inspiration, I think thoughts of my older son slipped in. You see, he recently turned eleven.
This birthday wasn’t as hard for me as last year (reaching double-digits was like a kick in the gut) but I still recognize that as each year passes, ‘Mom time’ will fade into ‘friend time.’ He still likes to hang with me…but there are more conditions. Here’s the conversation we had on the first day of school:
Him: “Mom, are you going to wait for the bus with me?”
Me: “You still want me to?”
Him: “Yeah. But you can go away when the bus comes.”
Me: “So you want to spend time with me, but don’t want anyone to see?”
Me: “Ah, okay. I just wanted to make sure I understood.”
And there it is… a sure sign he is growing normally. The way I figure, I have one year- two tops, before he begs me to just wait inside and makes me promise not to even walk by the window.