It was a regular day.
I spent a few hours at school, met a former student, ran to the post-office, stopped at the grocery store to pick up that one necessary yet missing ingredient for dinner — just like any other day.
On the way home, while sitting in my car, I noticed my jeans were a little… uncomfortable.
You know, they were a little… tight.
By the time I rolled into my driveway, I definitely had a… wedgie.
I couldn’t wait to get out of those pants.
As I yanked the faded denim over my knees, I saw them: little button tabs on the inside of the waistband.
I sucked in my breath.
Because I realized I hadn’t been wearing my pants.
They were my 12-year-old son’s jeans from Old Navy.
horrified amazed that my son and I are the same size.
And yet, I shouldn’t be surprised.
We’re wearing the same shoes.
Or rather, I can wear his shoes.
When I hear the mail truck coming, I often slip into his sneakers: the ones he so conveniently leaves by the door.
Of course, I know what this means.
From here on out, he will continue to grow.
And soon he will pass me.
Eventually, I will look up at my child.
And that will be a whole new thing.
Although in some ways, I have always looked up to him.
Watching my son become a man is about so much more than watching him slip into and out of his different sizes of clothes.
He’s always known exactly who he is.
I’ve been the one who has had to adjust my expectations about who I thought he might be.
Just like I probably needed to let out a few tabs on his jeans the other day, now I have to adjust to the idea that my son is becoming a man.
With his own ideas.
And his own interests.
And his own methods.
Which don’t always align with mine.
Emotionally, Tech has always been an old soul.
But now the changes are physical.
I realize our state of equilibrium is temporary.
Like receiving an alert from my iPhone, it is a gentle reminder, that while I am still in him…
…he is out-growing me.
Do boys outgrow their mommas?
(NOTE: Clearly, we have to start being more careful with the laundry. Theoretically, Tech could make the same mistake and end up wearing my jeans. And that would be bad.)
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