Sunday, March 16, 2008

My Boy is Living with us now.

Kyle is 12 now. He had his birthday in Oakland, at his moms house. Then two days later he hopped onto a plane and flew to us. He is here.

I have not been away from him long enough to not know him but somehow, I forgot that and have been expecting him to start acting really strangely. But he is just twelve and not some odd monster.

Sure I was a twelve year old boy once so, why be scared. He is a different breed of twelve than I was, and the world is a different place than it was in 1983. Video games are more realistic and graphic, there is more swearing in music......... ( I have to say that I was turned off by the macho posing, swearing, and attitude in some the rap songs I let him play for me. I have since reflected on those songs and what I used to listen to. I am starting to not see a problem. ) he is in middle school and for me, middle school and being twelve were an incredibly traumatic experience. I was so glad when it was over.

What I keep telling myself is that he is my son, the same one I have been caring for since birth, 12 will be no sweat.


Media Girl said...

Twelve is an awkward, gangly, stinky age, when hormones flood the brain and make you a little crazy. I am glad the boy is with you now, as a boy should be with his dad when his nether regions start sprouting strange hairs. Hey, maybe you should give him access to a concrete wall and a Sharpie so he can write his anti-social thoughts in permanent ink...

Randy said...

Is he there permanently? My own puberty went okay, but I was a lot like TV's Adrian Monk. My oldest son is 11, and his hormones can turn what used to be an easily managed hissy fit into a roaring tantrum when he doesn't get his way.