It is Friday the Thirteenth. “Woo Hoo!” I say.
I chose “13” as my lucky number back in high school. I am quite sure it had something to do with going against the grain. It was even the number on my basketball jersey. Superstitions are a load of irrational crap and I usually find some random reason to celebrate on this day. Not so much today. This particular number has a completely different meaning to me this day … this month … this year. It has a more ominous relevance than usual. Why? In three days my oldest child will turn (*gulp*) thirteen. THIRTEEN!!!
“Thirteen is embarrassed by the beginnings of a new colthood; the child becomes a youth. But twelve is the very top of boyhood.” ~Booth Tarkinton, Penrod
I am about to be the mother of a teenager. What the hell was I thinking by procreating?? Alas! Well, in honor of my child’s progression into the teen years and my failing denial that the event is taking place, I will now present thirteen random thoughts about supposedly being a responsible adult in charge of two impressionable minds.
1. I wake up EVERY SINGLE MORNING and realize, “Oh my gosh! I’m a parent. I am in charge! How did this happen?” I toss and turn in bed for as long as I possibly can … knowing the exact minimum of time required to get all three of us out the door on time with some sort of food in our stomachs and clothing on our bodies. Yes, we usually have to rush. I hate mornings.
2. I once thought the whole “Motherhood Curse” was total bollocks. You know - “Some day you are going to have a child that is JUST LIKE YOU!!” I was also young and ignorant at the time. Stupid genetics.
3. Thankfully, I have kids that are really funny, mad, witty, brilliant, musical, athletic, and fascinated by life.
4. I wish I could emulate my own parents. They had to have issues with my brother and me … but they never showed it. They are awesome.
5. Bill Cosby was right. Children are brain damaged.
6. Am I completely screwing them up?
7. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys. Thank God I have boys.
8. “One should always be ready to listen to one's children, even if they have nothing to say.” ~Chicken Little, Film (2005)
9. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate your kids. Learn something from them every single day.
10. I have learned to always make time to dance with my kids.
11. Confession: I never planned to be a mom. There was no defining moment where I decided to have children. They were not planned. Either one. And yet, they are my world.
12. The love I have for my children does not surprise me. The astounding amount of love they have for me … THAT I find humbling and wondrous.
13. “Sometimes we forget that children have just arrived on the earth. They are a little like aliens coming into being as bundles of energy and pure protection here on some kind of exploratory mission and they are just trying to learn what it means to be human.” ~The Martian Child, Film (2007)