So it's official, as of 6am this morning, I am the proud mother of a teenager, all 5'0", 130 lbs of grumpy, frustrating, loving and generally a pretty darn good kid.
I think that the scariest thought in the above sentence is the fact that I'm now the mother of a teenager. When did I get old enough to have a kid, let alone a teenager. As I approach the end of my 30's, *gasp* *choke*, I realize that I so don't feel that old. Well, my body does, it's falling apart all around me, but the rest of me still feels pretty young, but when I look at Xander, I realize that he's learned so much, but has so much father to go on his journey.
I know that there isn't enough money in the world for me to even remotely consider going back to junior high. Heck, when I went to visit his school on "take your parent to school day", I fully realized that I could only handle being around a bunch of awkward, smelly, obnoxious, shy, ridiculously tall and ridiculously short hormonal teens for a very short amount of time. I know that sometimes I think life is unfair and that responsibility sucks, but then I realize that things could be worse.
So, all things considered, I guess I'm okay with the whole getting older and having a teenager (soon to be 2 teenagers). Growing younger is a much scarier proposition because I don't think I could face junior high again.
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