The Teen Scene

Wanna know something about me?

I.
Heart.
Teenagers.

True story.

I never thought I would.
In fact
when Jason was a baby I remember taking great offense
(in my head anyway....I rarely take great offense outside of my head)
to anyone over the age of say
4
coming any where toward my precious teeny tiny lil baby.

Funny thing though.
That tiny little baby

grows.

He grow big.

Like big
big.

And now?

Well now I be muchh mor edukated
and I have realized that teenagers

are very cool people.

It's like watching all of that love and training and nurturing and prayer
start to take root
as you watch them become

well

humans. 

Grown up humans. 

I'm telling ya.

It's incredible.

The harsh irony is that just as they become quite interesting to be around
they become quite busy in life

baseball
youth
homework
sleeping
eating.

So I don't see them as much as I would like to.

In recent days as John has been out of the country I have been juggling the extra curriculars of all of these children
solo.

It's going fine.
It just necessitates lots
and lots
and oh yes lots
of driving
and coordination.

So as they are the oldest
and most able to secure their own transportation home
I leave them notes on the one or two night's a week that I may not be there right when they get home.

Here was tonight's note

It's just my little way of staying connected to them
passing on pertinent information
and maybe giving them a laugh....or causing them to think I'm a total nerd bomber.
One of the two.

All I know is that in 3 and then 4 short years
I'm going to seriously miss these faces everyday.
Beyond the obvious mushy mushy love I have for them since the day they emerged from my loins,
they frankly just entertain me.

They cut each other's hair.

Though they lack any skills to really do so.

They mess around with their brothers

And they enjoy bacon.

Copious amounts of bacon. 

Empty nesters, I don't know how you do it.
I'm having anxiety already.
Must go sob into my pillow now.