It was a normal weekday evening in our house and after our busy days, hubby and I were relaxing on the couch with Mr 12 & Miss 9 – and our new puppy, Harley.
I felt good. Yes, we were only watching TV, but I told everyone how much I enjoyed this time together, to which Mr 12 responded: “Me too mum. Heaps of kids go to their bedrooms, but I really like being here with you.”
Well, with life about to take a drastic change for us, it took all my being not to ‘tear up’. I am doing this a bit too often at the moment. Because I know that this special time with my son is running out.
He will be in high school next year, becoming a teenager. It will be a time of new beginnings – big changes not just for my son, but for me too.
My son has always been the cuddly, caring; emotional one who loved his mummy cuddles. But puberty is now just around the corner. No more lingering cuddles – short hugs will have to suffice.
While I am sad by the changes, the young man he is becoming also intrigues me. He has started playing bass guitar – and is pretty good at it if I may say so myself. Not sure where that talent comes from.
His confidence has grown. I catch his excitement at starting life at his new school but will also share in his sorrow as lifelong friends go different ways.
And I am so thankful that I’ve had an amazing 13 years since I fell pregnant with my first child – and hope for a lifetime more to come.
Do you have a child starting prep or Year 7 next year? How are you feeling?