Today I am really missing my baby boy.
I miss his smile and his infectious giggle.
I miss cuddling with him.
I miss the sweet, uncomplicated child that he was.
I love watching him become a man, even as I yearn for those simple, carefree days when he was more obedient and affectionate.
I love watching him enjoy the simple pleasures of life...
I wish that the path to adulthood didn't have to pass through the treacherous, turbulent and hormonal teenage years.
I wish he could understand that sometimes parents express their love by saying no.
Teenagers are difficult.
Stubborn.
Lazy.
Moody and hormonal.
Incredibly frustrating.
Sometimes I wonder which of us will win this battle we seem to be engaged in.
But even as I struggle to accept that my baby boy is growing up, I am amazed at the person I see emerging from the moody teenager. I see a boy/man who is smart, funny, caring and empathetic.
His smile can light up a room.
He is curious and mischievous, original and creative.
He has an amazing (and original) sense of style.
Although I get frustrated with him and would sometimes like to wring his neck, he is still my sweet boy. I have faith that we will survive these crazy, confusing, hormonal teenage years. Somehow.
We WILL survive this, right?
Right?
