...I need a moment.
I've been saying that a lot lately.
A few days ago, when the 12-year-old came home from school sounding like Donald Duck on helium the first thing I told him was, "I need a moment." I didn't want to laugh in the boy's face, so in that moment, I composed myself and tried to understand what was happening to my first baby boy. My Genesis.
His name is Genesis because his arrival marks the beginning of (my) life's greatness. I absolutely remember my pregnancy (loved it!). His birth (quick!). His newborn face and how I marveled that his profile looked the exact same as it did in the ultrasound while in utero (I don't know, but I guess I expected there to be a difference). My memory gets fuzzy on a lot of stuff, and there are some things I'm still trying to forget, but that's why pictures and time are a parent's friends.
But even with the yucky stuff -- I mean... you see where I'm going...
A few days after the voice crack, I learned his exact height: 5'10". 5 feet and 10 inches. 5 FRIGGIN 10! Of course I know the kid is tall. He comes from tall people. I see him every day. He's going to be a tall person. But when the nurse announced his measurements then tried to immediately ask me some other questions, I told her, "Hold on, please. I need a moment."
I received his 6th grade school pictures the day after that. Who is this handsome young MAN? Good Grief! I just stared at the photo. I was at once proud and sad about this proof of my child's transformation.
I told myself, "Take a moment."
Then, yesterday, just when I am coming to terms with the big guy with the Lilliputian voice -- I talk to him after school and BAM! There's a MAN voice answering me! WHAT?! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?! "Right after you dropped me off this morning. It's surprising to me too, Mom!"
For real -- Can a Sister get a moment?!
As a Mom whose first baby has crossed over to MANchild in size and sound -- I absolutely need a moment. I need them all.