In which I share my ramblings with my traveling companions. Musings about the Church, cooking, mothering, movies, teaching and everything else.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
The Day Before He Turns Thirteen
This morning, I am sitting in the family room, reading a memoir and nursing a sore throat with cough drops. Boy turning 13 tomorrow comes bounding down the stairs in bare feet, wearing jeans, a white tee and black suspenders. He is dribbling a soccer ball.
Me: "Honey, why are you wearing suspenders?" Him: "Because they're awesome." Pause. He continues. "You know how chicks dig suspenders?" He dribbles the ball out the back door.
It is hard to believe this boy is leaving childhood behind. He looks more and more like his grandfather and his father every day. Tomorrow he heads a few counties away for an away game with his travel soccer team. He is the goal keeper. Next weekend, he wants his dad to take three of his friends and him to see Paranormal Activity 4, a supernatural horror movie, and then go to the restaurant next door for ribs. We are still waiting to hear if parents will let their boys go to an R rated movie.
He just came back into the house. "Are these chips for me?" he says from the kitchen. "yeah, they are," he answers his own question. It's not even 10 a.m.