I know it's so cliche for a mother to say, but I must anyway: Where did the time go? How in the world is he already 15?!
I have distinct memories of 15. Fresh memories. It cannot be true that I'm old enough to be the mother of a kid who is 15!
Only two days after his birthday, we went to the city pool. My friend introduced me to a few young mommies as "Lori who has 4 kids; the oldest is 15…," and I Very Nearly Died each time because I knew what those young mommies were thinking. They were thinking, "Wow. I was, like, 10 when she had a kid!"
Well, if I must be the mother of a kid old enough to be 15, then I'm glad it's this one. He's just what a 15-year-old mother , teenage mother, mother-of-a-teen would want:
- Always protective of his 7yo sister
- Alternately smacking or hugging his 12yo sister
- Mostly nice to his 10yo brother
- Protective, huggy, nice, and never smacking his mama
And he's not too old to request a doughnut tower for his birthday cake.
To my 15yo: I love you, Kid! Happy birthday.
~ Mama (oh, no, you're not to old for that!)
p.s. He's always nice to Daddy, too, and never smacks him, either. He's very, very smart.