Even though I haven’t been writing in a while, life has continued. At warp speed. The days, weeks and months pass by as seconds and minutes. My boys are growing at a phenomenal rate leaving me with nothing but memories of the days when I could hold them easily in my arms.
Matthew is closer to a young man than he is a boy. An exciting, yet confusing time for sure. He handles it all typically as most other teens do. He wants his independence, although in many ways he’s not ready to let go quite yet. As his Mom, it’s hard to watch him struggle trying to find his identity. As a former teen, I have absolute confidence that he will make this transformation as we all have. His road will be lined with bumps and curves along with many clear, straight sunny runs. We’ve all been there. Everyone but Matthew. And as we all thought a time or two “no one gets it”. Only through years of experience will Matthew (and every other teen in the world) understand that yes, we do all “get it”. I often say that I’ve never raised a teenager before (especially in this day and age) but I have been one. That has to count for something, right? I argued with my mother just for the sake of arguing. I yelled, I lied, I tormented, I cried. I survived it. I just have to keep reminding myself that Matt will survive it too. I may not have had all the outside influences around me that Matthew does today however we do have one thing in common. A conscience. And even though all those outside influences can act like the little devil sitting on one shoulder I have to remain hopeful that good will prevail and that all the morals and values we taught both our children will stay in the forefront of their minds, especially during these tumultuous times. So far so good; check back with me in a couple of years 😉
Marcus is closer to a Crown Prosecutor than he is a preschooler. Each day with this little instigating, problem-solving manipulator makes me laugh and shiver all at the same time. Marcus has a vibrant personality and a vivacious spirit that often leaves me shaking my head and turning my face so I won’t be caught laughing at his antics. Mike and I have already decided that we are going to have to send him to school with a disclaimer: “We are not responsible for what comes out of his mouth.” I have no idea where he comes up with half of it. He’s certainly one of a kind who is much too smart for my own good. Eleven years after we walked the road with Matthew we will be starting all over again with Marcus.
We’ll see change, we’ll see differences and we’ll get through that as well. Times have changed even in “only” eleven years. And the players are different. Some things I know for sure: no two kids are the same, the success and challenges they face will be different, and each will find their place in this world. There is one constant in all this change and that is our love for each of our boys. That will never alter. As long as they know that and as long as they feel comfortable knowing they can come to us with anything at any time all I can do is continue to hope that everything will work out at the end of the day.
As I get back into the groove of sharing my stories with you, you may want to get caught up on past posts if you are a new follower (and if you are, WELCOME!!). I successfully imported my other blog here for your (and my) convenience. Yay me!! 😀 I’ll try to keep you entertained and hopefully, even though we’re a pretty typical (mostly boring) family, you’ll get a chuckle or two along the way.
Until next time…