...he'd bring me a big vat of wrinkle cream. (Yeah, I know it's a little late, and he's probably got rules about that, but still..)
Today marks a milestone for me.
i am officially the mother of a teenager. (How can this be? I'm still a teenager myself.)
Nolan turned 13 today. I find it hard to believe that that much time has elapsed. It seems like not so long ago, I was obnoxiously reading the "What to Expect" books and thinking I knew it all, I was prepared. Right.
If I'd only stopped to really think about it, I'd have realized how much on-the-job training parenting is and how little you really get out of a book (bite me, Dr Ferber).
The lessons I've learned along the way (occasionally at the hands of a two year old) have been interesting, to say the least. Patience. Humility. Humor. Black crayon will come out of your beige carpet.
Nolan has the honor of putting me through everything the first time. He is the trial run, my learning curve.
And yet in spite of this, he's still a great kid.
I think we'll keep him.