Life With an 11-Year-Old Boy

Look closely at this picture.  Do you see it?

Here’s a closeup.

This is life with an 11-year-old boy.

This is life with an 11-year-old boy.  Socks flung everywhere.  Or, socks are stuffed into one another and used as weapons.

This is life with an 11-year-old boy.  I know this won’t get better.  Believe it or not, he cleaned his room yesterday.  Truth.

This is life with an 11-year-old boy.  

And this?? I think I might have to read this.  I have no more clue what’s going to happen to him than he does.  I should probably know these things.

This is life with an 11-year old boy.  He'll never just smile.

11-year-old boys shoot videos of themselves skateboarding down a hill in a snowstorm.

They have monthly 7:30am appointments at the orthodontist.

They are constantly moving.  A typical day consists of basketball, lacrosse, swimming, video games, ESPN, baseball, skateboarding, bike riding, walking the dog, oh, and school and homework, of course.

Life with an 11-year-old boy requires tolerance for the endless discussion of bodily functions, and an appreciation for the hilarity that ensues.

Life with an 11-year-old means reminding him 4 times to brush his teeth, or wash his hands.  And him complaining about being reminded.  And then forgetting to do it anyway.

Life with an 11-year-old boy means holding your breath a lot and double-checking your health insurance coverage.  And upping coverage where necessary.  You might want to make friends with your local orthopedic surgeon.

It means limited hugs, or any physical contact, for that matter.

It means interesting and lively conversations.  Or mumbled mono-syllabic answers and lots of silence.  Either/or, never both.

It means  you have entered that “parents are so embarrassing” phase.

It means getting each other’s jokes.

It means you can have a little fun embarrassing them occasionally.  Appropriately, of course.

It means there’s never a dull moment.

I love life with an 11-year-old boy.

Life with an 11-year-old boy is crazy and fun.  It is breathtaking.  It can be frustrating, but it is always interesting.  It is easy yet complicated, exhilarating yet exasperating.

A blessing.  Beyond wonderful.  

Especially life with our 11-year-old boy.  


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