My baby has turned 16!

This post has taken me a few weeks to write as we have had a few things happen all at once that have made me feel old and decrepit!

Anyway this was still a joyous occasion, my little baby, turning 16…………………still very hard to believe. But as I look at him now I see the older boy he is, something I have denied for a VERY long time ( I’m sure I’m not the only one here that has done this). He talks of exams and A levels and university. He talks of trips up to London with friends and recently wanting to stay at home on his own so he can get a ‘bit of independence’. He has asked to be shown how to use the washing machine ( I know great isn’t it LOL), cook things for himself, organise outings with his friends etc, really something he hasn’t even shown an interest before- he even started shaving. So this is great, really it is *weeps into my coffee*.

So to celebrate this he wanted a paintball day with some of his mates which they all loved and Dad got ‘hero points’ for taking out the exterminator guy in one of the games!

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We then had some friends and family around on his actual birthday just to mark the day.

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Me on the left looking slightly hysterical...........might have been the wine LOL
Me on the left looking slightly hysterical………..might have been the wine LOL

It is weird though as you begin to think if you have made the most of those years and why the time goes so quickly. He is in the middle of his GCSE’s at the moment and it just all seems to be happening at once! I know everyone is in the same boat and I suppose it’s easy to look back with rose tinted glasses thinking everything was perfect instead of remembering his awful eating problems, the tantrums, the stress of siblings etc, but hey wants to dwell on that shit eh?

Therefore I will continue to console myself with wine………….and chocolate……………and coffee……………and whatever else I can do to take my mind off getting older by the day and my baby getting closer to being a fully fledged adult.

The truth hurts!

Yes it does, really it does.

Yesterday the truth hurt me…………..

I became a mother of a 14yr old!! ( can you feel the pain?)

That means I have to accept I am now OLD enough to have a 14yr old- not quite sure how that happened to be honest. One minute he was a bundle of gurgles and poo, I have watched him learn to walk and talk, ride a bike, go to school, learn to read and write. I remember his little words when he couldn’t say things properly:

‘Daddy where’s my scoobydriver?’  meaning screwdriver!!

Yesterday I was hit with the hammer of truth and it nearly knocked me out. I HAVE A 14YR OLD!!

The candles say it all- it was nearly a fire hazard!

 

So what have I got left to look forward to?

Strops- yes he does that already

Independence- Oh god help me

Drinking- not going there

Girls- The stress is too much

LIKE I SAY- THE TRUTH HURTS (LOL)