At 6:30 this morning, as I was still laying in bed, I heard my son’s shower come on.
My son’s shower. Like, the kid that doesn’t have to be at school until 9am. He’s showering at 6:30am.
And yes, I was still in bed. Because I stink at getting up, and am blessed to have a husband who is not only human with little to no sleep, but still perky in the mornings. God blessed me with this man for more than one reason, but a really good one is that he lets me sleep while he deals with the brats.
But that is besides the point.
I have noticed a few things about my son lately. My 17-year-old son.
He gets up early now.
He showers and actually puts on deodorant. And combs his hair. Without me telling him to.
He is skipping on video games. Let me repeat this one: HE IS SKIPPING ON VIDEO GAMES. This..from the kid who usually plays 8-10 hours a day. Instead…he is playing his guitar again.
He is being super sweet and loving. More than usual.
For years us mothers will harp on our boys, to shower, comb their hair, put on deodorant, get off the video games, give us a kiss good-bye, talk to us…
And in an instant it will happen.
The instant they get a girlfriend.
I haven’t met this said girlfriend yet….but I kinda already like her.
God forbid when she breaks his heart.
Mama will have to have an extra glass of wine then…and work on not acting like a high school reject that posts nasty things about her on Facebook…
Good lord did I just type that? I think it may be time for me to start on the bottle of Pinot I have chilling for tonight…for lunch perhaps…