Tuesday, August 6, 2013

my baby, my big boy, or both

So you would think after my ten-year-old's two foot fall from a tree, broken elbow, and consequent surgery I would be writing all about the dramatic event.  Maybe later.

Needing to separate the boys today my husband took the little man on a marathon errand run.  I really could have used a nap, a drink, or a valium maybe.  I was just completely stressed out and not even sure why.  OK well that is not entirely true, but as I said that story will have to wait for another day.

My son asked what he and I were going to do since it was just us....um, nothing? That wasn't going to fly so I said, Well we should try to return your soccer jacket. YES! So off we went with only one thing in mind, well one thing on my mind anyway.  After returning the jacket his question was "Where to now?"  So I asked if he was in the mood to go clothes shopping because, silly Mom,  I figured he would want to wait until he got his cast off.

You see, about a week ago my ten-year-old son who wore nothing but shorts and t-shirts all last year, in fact the same shorts and t-shirt but that is neither here nor there asked if we could go shopping.  My first reaction was "For what?" Duh mom! Clothes. Really-duh?

So off we went today to the mall in search of clothes.  I was still a bit tentative but my son walked confidently into the boys department.  He knew what he wanted.  Starting with a black Fedora, black skinny jeans, and a plaid button down.  I was dumb struck. We went into the dressing room to try on the outfit.

I will admit my absolute bias but damn he is so cute! and the confidence with which he put that outfit together then proceeded to strut around the dressing room broken arm and all.  He looked at me and said "Mom, I look good! Like Bruno Mars."  Better than Bruno baby.  He also picked out some red jeans and a graphic t-shirt.

All I could think was almost 48 hours ago I was literally cradling this boy in my lap, singing in his ear, feeding him, taking him to the bathroom and now here we are - on the edge of seventeen.  Heaven help me.

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