Our first born is suddenly turning 11, in 5th grade and tall, like really tall! I knew our kids would be, I mean Jason and I are pretty tall ourselves but to see your child grow into a (dare I say), young man is really strange, but awesome. He’s everything you’d hope your preteen could be, sweet, respectful, polite, caring…. yes I could go on for days about him, being his “mom” and all. Yes I am proud of him, even through the preteen attitude that comes with double digits, I love this boy and wouldn’t change him one bit.
The days of being called “Mommy” are numbered now and it kills me. He’s “cool” like that. I’m “mom” when his friends are around, and he’s starting to walk a few steps in front of us when we’re out. It’s ok though. I get it. Jason and I will soon be uncool and probably some kind of embarrassment. I mean isn’t that our job as parents? On most days though, when it’s just us, I’m still Mommy, he still hugs on me and holds my hand.
Our little boy, the one who made us parents and who made us think “what were we thinking” the first few weeks of his life. Our first born, growing up and doing it really well! We’ve done a pretty good job for two people who had no idea what to do with a baby, toddler, or preteen! Every day is new and my heart is full when I think of how lucky we are that God picked us to be his parents. For knowing we would get through those sleepless nights and learn to love our new normal. For the title of Mommy & Daddy, and our soon to be preteen title of “Mom & Dad”.
Happy 11th Birthday sweet Peyton! We love you so much!
Mommy & Daddy