Almost Official

Exactly one month and one day from today, I will be the momma of a teenager.
That sound you hear is my heart stopping and my wallet crying.
No amount of Oil of Olay or sedatives can help me now.

I have known this day was coming, but I had no idea it would affect me the way it has. I keep thinking about the day the boy was born. Lord, help me.

I keep thinking about all the milestones we've passed.
I keep wondering where he's putting all this food he's consuming.
I find myself getting all sentimental.
I wonder when he's going to want a boy/girl birthday party.
I can't figure out how to make myself look younger while he's looking older.
I keep thinking about the crazy years that lie ahead of us.
I wonder how one human can grow so fast, and I realize he's just a few inches from looking down at me. My baby giraffe.

I am also glad that as this big birthday approaches, he's still his momma's boy.
He still likes to hang out with me.
He still asks for my help, and he still tells me (almost) everything.
(Some things I'd rather not know, but I'll never stop listening.)

And his goofiness? I am a fan.