I disagree with Lisa all throughout this post, but especially at the end. No mom wants to play Lego Star Wars on the Wii? You mean YOU don't want to play Lego Star Wars. If you actually cared about your son, you would be glad to play Lego Star Wars with him on his thirteenth birthday that you are supposedly so nostalgic about.
The Trouble with Thirteen
Brrrr….it was c-c-cold here this weekend. Everyone in our little town was excited about getting snow. But we live a few miles outside of town and we only got hail and sleet. The kids were bummed. Slush isn’t nearly as much fun as snow, even if it doesn’t stick to the ground.
Saturday was Noah’s 13th birthday. This, my friends, is upsetting to this momma who refers to him as “one of the little boys.” The last 4 of my kids are boys so they are the “little boys”. And now the first of them is an official teenager. This is the one kid that I have been dreading his teen years. Not because of the typical teen attitude, but because he doesn’t think before he acts and this leads to trouble.
At least once a day I can be heard saying, “Noah, why did you _____? Did it occur to you that you should have asked me before you did that?” “No ma’am,” he’ll reply, “I just thought that’s what I was supposed to do.” It could be anything from unscrewing the screws that hold the deck together to turning the knobs on the stove….this kid will be the one that burns the house down.
The poor guy does really try, but his mind just doesn’t finish a thought. It’s something we are working on and hopefully, by the time he’s 30, he’ll be ready to go out on his own.
He spent the day Saturday playing Wii. Since the “little boys” are only allowed to play once a week for 2 hours, he was dying to just be able to play for a longer period of time. Throughout the day the rest of us would wander in and out of the living room and play for a while. I just watched because the only Wii game I like to play is “Cook or Be Cooked” and no 13 year old boy wants to spend his birthday pretending to chop onions and pour oil into a pan with his mom.
And no mom wants to spend her Saturday playing Lego Star Wars on the Wii.
And now that I’m down to 3 “little boys” I’m going to spend the week squeezing hugs out of Adam, Elijah and Levi until they promise never to turn 13 or mess with any of the knobs in the kitchen.
Have a great week!
