Mom Life: Puberty Is Stupid

Currently, we’re in the preteen phase of life (he is, not me, although some would disagree with that assessment. My maturity level leaves a lot to be desired.). I have been so lucky he’s been chill through every phase. He was a calm baby, a chill toddler and just an all around laidback kid. God definitely knew I couldn’t handle an intense child. I’m actually surprised He even trusted me with a child at all.

Preteens and teenagers weren’t likeable  when I was a teenager, so I don’t know how we’re going to be friends anymore.

PUBERTY: I AM  NOT READY FOR THIS

Anyway, like I was saying… right now is the preteen phase. This includes puberty. It’s not so much the preteen part that’s bothering me; I mean, as much as I want to be annoyed at his attitude sometimes, I just can’t. Damn kid is all me. All. Me. What I really hate right now is the things neither of us can control: puberty. The Boy is embarrassed and I am freaking out.

The Boy isn’t too thrilled with these latest developments either. He’s already a shy and fairly reserved person and easily embarrassed by pretty anything. This stage: where things are growing and changing, cannot be kept under wraps. This is so unnerving for him. Because…. puberty is stupid.

HE LOOKS WEIRD AND SMELLS FUNNY: THIS IS STUPID

He’s already gotten his first pimple and his baby mustache is sprouting into a manly mustache. He rolled his eyes at me when I teared up a bit at these new developments. When we discussed the foul odor coming from his armpits, he quietly took his new deodorant and just said “thanks”. But when his voice cracked in the middle of a conversation, he was DONE.

The omnipresent hoodie can hide almost everything, but they can’t hide the voice changes or that smell.

HOW LONG IS THIS GONNA TAKE?

The Boy: How long does puberty take?

Me: A couple years.

The Boy: *muttering* Jesus… growing up is so stupid.

Amen, kid.

PUBERTY IS STUPID!

I’M STILL A COOL MOM

Luckily,  the hormones haven’t completely taken over The Boy and I still have the sweet little potato I baked. He’s too cool to hug me in public, but he’s not too cool to want to hang out with me. He still talks to me… even when he’s afraid he’ll get into trouble.

So if you excuse me, I’m going to go enjoy my sidekick… while we still like each other.