How did we get here so fast?
Parent orientation …. sigh.
Feeling all of the feels.
A little bit of yay us!
A big ole batch of tears (keeping those contained).
And a overwhelming amount of holy shit.
The beginning of the end.
Or at least the beginning of the end of this chapter.
Please fasten your seat belts kids. Remain seated with arms, hands, legs and feet inside the vehicle at all times.
Enjoy the ride!
Because I still read to two of my kids every night, and we’re way past Goodnight, Goodnight Constuction Site, it can sometimes be a challenge to find a quality book that is worth a read aloud but that isn’t something they might prefer to read on their own.
We have several gems in our history that I’ll share in a soon-to-be-created-and-will-forever-be-growing list.
For now, Spy School.
We discovered this amazing book series when the littlest fella plucked it off the shelf on a whim and begged to read it. Before we made it through the first chapter, it was obvious that this is too far above his level.
Because the vocabulary words are …
They had me with mewled.
In a book for kids!
While the story is also fairly complex for a younger audience to follow, these are fantastic for a 4th grader.
And for the mom reading it too.
Ripley. Ben Ripley. He’s a young, nerdy, wanna-be but yet is lacking-in-mostly-all-necessary-skills James Bond.
There’s action. And intrigue. A twerpy evil nemesis that you just want to hug.
There’s even a cute little love story.
Full disclosure: If you don’t dig the occasional borderline curse word, then these books aren’t likely the best choice. My kids go to public school so, ya know. It’s out there.
One of the best parts about this series is that there are 4 dense books.
We found ours at the library, but everybody’s favorite online book retailer has them too.
You can thank me in the comments 😉
It started with a small bowl of potato chips.
But it quickly became a knock down drag it out with the teenager.
Of course, as with everything else in life with a teenager, it was about so much more than that. And so much less.
The boy was unyielding. Relentless in his defiance, defending and excuses.
He was utterly disrespectful and bordering on rude. Henry talked to him. I talked to him.
The boy didn’t budge.
We even went to bed frustrated and without any pleasantries. It was truly one of those fine mom moments.
And then this morning, like a miracle, he got up and I happened to be in the laundry room right outside his door. Without hesitation, he came and gave me a hug, apologized for being so terrible, and told me he loves me.
Let me restate that – he apologized for being terrible. And he gave me a hug!
This from the child who, in the course of his life, has rarely apologized for anything. Ever.
And unsolicited displays of affection? Let me reiterate that he is a teenager. And a he.
We are not the worst parents ever. (Yet.)
Maybe we are doing something right.
I won’t get ahead of myself, but it is nice to know that as he seemingly grows inches every day, his voice continues to sound more goose-like and less little-boy-like, and the hair on his face thickens, he is maturing in other ways too.
And maybe, just maybe we’re doing something right.
There is hope for us all yet.
I think I’ll reward myself with a bowl of potato chips 🙂