One day, you look at them and they’re grown…
I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, old…but I feel old sometimes and there is nothing like having a teenager in the house to solidify that feeling. A few weeks ago, I was driving through the subdivision when I noticed some kids on their bikes - I said out loud, “Hey, there’s some kids you can play with!” and then I turned to look at Jerrett (my almost 6 foot tall, almost 14 year old son) and he said, “Mom, they’re like 8″.
They’re like 8.
I noticed, right in that minute, that Jerrett is not only getting older - but he’s getting bigger. I remember when he used to be dwarfed by the front seat and I worried about him riding up there, because of the airbag - but now…he’s as big as I am.
He’ll be 14 in twelve days…that’s two years away from driving, four years away from moving out and 10 years away from dating…ha…I know, a mom can hope.
Sometimes, I look around at my peers and I’m so thankful that I had Jerrett young, because my being young allows me to relate to him on a much deeper level - but, now I feel old. OLD.
Along those same lines - guess what I got today? Reading glasses. They’re fashionably cute, of course - but it doesn’t dismiss the fact that I have READING GLASSES. My only saving grace is the fact that I do not have that chain thing going around my neck…yet that is.
In other news, I saw my Hematologist today and he told me that I don’t have to continue the weekly treatments because my labs came back and I am on the low side of normal - I did go ahead and get my treatment today and I go back in six weeks for port maintenance with the possibility of getting a treatment, depending on my levels. In the mean time, I have to go in for labs every few days so that they can monitor the rate in which I metabolize the iron storage I’ve built up. Good news for sure.
I can say, today, I totally feel like I am on the down hill side of 2008. It’s always this time of year that I start to stress out about the whole topic we don’t discuss here…it starts with our anniversary, Jerrett’s birthday, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, John’s birthday then Marni’s birthday. It’s just a lot to soak up - and each year, it gets a bit more intense.
Anyway, I am going to go take my half blind, arthritic arse to the bedroom and read. Now that I have glasses, maybe I’ll enjoy it again. That is, if I can get over the whole having reading glasses thing…grrr
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Adoptee, Mom, First Mother and Wife, living, loving and writing about life as I see it.
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