Surprises
As I was cooking dinner this evening, I had my son taste the meat for the burritos since he was buzzing around being a nuisance anyway. As he’s tasting the food, I look him straight in the eye…and realized I was really looking at him straight in the eye. We immediate go measure him and discover he’s less then half an inch shorter then I am. When he turned 11 we measured him at 5’ 1/2”, he’s now just shy of 5’5”. 4 INCHES!!! Yes people, if we had any doubts, if we were blind to the facial hair and acne, my son has indeed found himself right smack in the middle of puberty.
And I have only one thing to say about this…..I feel too flipping young to have a young man for a son. I’m real sure I’m not old enough for this. Sure, my son is growing up but someone forgot to say that I’m supposed to grow up too. I don’t feel old enough to have a son who is as tall as me.
Alex gets set apart as a Deacon when he turns 12 this summer. That will be interesting. I’ll finally have the priesthood in my home, which I’m looking forward to. But we don’t have a priesthood holder for my son to look up to here at home. It places a bigger responsibility on my home teacher, who is also my kids sunday school teacher and in whom my son really looks up to. I feel a little guilty about that because I don’t want to be a burden or take away from the needs of his own family. But for what he does give to my son as a role model, I’m deeply grateful.
