Last Sunday we officially entered unexplored territory - the Teen Zone - when Hayden celebrated his thirteenth birthday. (Please ignore the fact that his candles make it appear that's he's turning 73. I may have been distracted by the fact that hello - I'm not old enough to have a teenager! and mistakenly picked up a seven instead of a one. But hey, I'm prepared for this 37th birthday now!)
And despite the fact that this sweet boy assures me the next seven years will not be filled with the awkward, hormonal and dramatic scenes that may have plagued my own teen experience, I went ahead and broke out with a lovely case of adult acne in preparation.
I'm not sure what I'm so stressed about - I mean this kid has it together. He's unbelievably organized and efficient in school (he got that from his daddy). He's got a sharp-witted, sarcastic sense of humor (he got that from me). And he's proven that he's more than capable of making smart, sane decisions (he got that all on his own.) In one word, he's pretty dang awesome.
His birthday gifts give a good indication of the things he loving right now: Dr. Who, Calvin & Hobbes comics, film & television production, anything Lego, and the beloved Broncos (OMAHA!) He's currently making his way through the LOST series and I'm loving getting to revisit this epic and discuss characters, plot lines and time travel theories. It's in these conversations that I start to realize the sweet chubby toddler I used to cuddle with is gone, and he's transformed into a charismatic and charming young man in the blink of eye. And before you know it, I'm a blubbering teary mess of a mama, cursing the oh-so-fast passing of time. So I guess these years will include hormonal outbursts, after all.
Happy birthday to my sweet boy. You make me proud every day and make me feel very, very lucky, indeed. Acne outbreaks notwithstanding. Love you!