I have been walking around in a fog and have not thought about anything this weekend. No cooking, baking, shenanigans or anything. All is quiet here because I have turned off my brain. It was a necessity in order to get through this weekend. Otherwise I would’ve been a big puddle of maternal mush in the middle of the floor. Last year was bad enough, so this year I am ignoring the event. I am applying the “Elevator & Hotel Philosophy”. If they can function without this number so can I.
I am not thinking about the fact that he turned 13 on Friday. Nope, not going to do it.
I am not going to think about how he has become to big to be called Monkey One. I’m still going to do it though so just get used to it kiddo.
I am not going to think about how in a year and a half he will be in high school. In high school with boys 10 times bigger than him. Lockers haunt my nightmares. What can I say, we are all short here. It is what it is.
I am not going to think about him dating. No way man! That makes my stomach hurt.
I am not going to think about how in 3 years he will be driving a car. On a road… with other people driving on that same road {Oh lord!}
I am not going to think about how in 5 short years he will be in college. That’s less time than it takes for me to renew my drivers licenses. Which makes me think of cars again and I don’t like that image {shiver}.
I am not going to think about him living on his own in 5 years. Around women {help me please…seriously!}. I don’t trust college women with my sweet boy. I know what they want, I was one. Run baby, run!! Don’t walk run!
I am not going to think about him getting married one day in the not to distant future. Nope, no way… not at all!! Because that means I will have to share him. I ‘m not good at sharing. My name may be Shari but I don’t share, it’s not my forte.
I am not going to think about it. The number 13 doesn’t live here y’all. Aw man! I have to go stick my head in the sand now because I thought about it. Just call me Ostrich.
Stop winking at me blue eyes because it is not okay!
I love you kiddo but please stop growing you’re killing me here.
Love your mother the ostrich.
Tickled Red
Hi there guys I'm Shari, but y'all can call me Red.
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Oh, I feel your pain! My eldest son is just a few years behind your son and I am already having all of these thoughts. Just remember this – you are his mother, nobody else, and nothing can ever change that.
Happy Birthday to my handsome Grandson…don’t worry sweetie, I’ll pry your Mommas fingers loose from your shirt tail so you can grow. ;) I remember how hard it was on me the day she left for college…I thought my whole world had ended. Just be patient with her. Love you both! “Mom-Mom”
Happy belated birthday, Monkey One!
Love that last picture-LOL!
He is the cutest thing!!! I know it is SO uncool to call and 13-year-old “cute”, but he is.
And, oh, DITTO this entire post!!! Mine will be 12 in January. I’m scared!
And you remember, right; that my first born turned 31 on the same day? It goes as fast as you think it will but you are always there; always enjoying them…doing a great job and all those transitions you’re worried about? You’ll be right there helping them; I know you will.
And he is adorable and is going to do fine cause you are his Mom. You hear me? :)
There are those moments when you want them to stop for awhile…slow down. But, you’re going to be so proud of him at every one of those milestones. Trust me. When he goes to college, comes back and hugs you and say, “I love you Mom” you’re going to be so, so proud. And, he’ll always be your Monkey One.
Blessings and Happy Birthday wishes to your Monkey One and even though he will leave one day on his adventures , he will always come back to you.
:-) Mandy
I’m with you! When they reach the point that you have less time with them than you’ve had, it’s not good. I find myself doing the same, counting down exactly how much time I have left with my lovely daughter. I just can’t imagine the day where I won’t see her day in and day out. OK. Now I’ve got to change the subject. I’m just glad to know I’m not the only one out there feeling like this.
That is one handsome young man!! (er, i mean little boy) :)
Oh girl…I sooo feel you.
My sweet baby is only 6, and I already dread him growing up. I have to set aside time every year on his birthday to go cry in private.
It’s pitiful.
Just hope that he will marry a woman like you one day, and it will all be okay!! :)
Your boy is adorable! Great pictures.
Okay, my boy is three and I’m dreading all this. I feel your pain every year they get older is every year closer to them going away from the nest.
Ugh – he’s not even my kid and I’m feeling anxiety! Happy Birthday monkey boy!
I am so with you here, my son just turned 9 and I was hyperventilating…at his well visit I asked the doctor for the shot that makes him smaller…they kids just looked at me and said “Mom…you are joking……..right?”Your sone has really changed in the year I have know you too – he is so big and so handsome…they are our boys and you know what they will always love their dare I say it….Mommy!!! Happy Birthday M1!!!! Breath Mommy Breathe!
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