Ma Vie Folle

When can you tell your boy is becoming a man?  After this conversation:

“When do you have to be at your date’s house for the dance tonight?”

“Um, I don’t know, I’m not sure yet”

“Where are you going before the dance?”

“Uhhhhh, I’m not sure. ”

“Well, what are you doing afterwards?”

“I don’t know.  Actually I don’t know much about any details.  I’m just going to show up.”

*********************** And….this story:

Later that day as he was dressed to the nines for the dance he admitted his shirt was too big. 
The new shirt that he bought on his own…..

“How can it be too big?”

“I didn’t try it on at the store!”

“Why not?  This is why I ALWAYS make you try everything on!”

“Well it takes too long! Trying things on is a pain.”

*********************Oh, and wait….this one:

(same day, by the way, as both of the above)

After watching him run cross country on an 80 degree fall day….I walked over to my sweaty son and noticed he was not wearing his track shoes…..but someone else’s……

“Where are your shoes?”

“I lost one of mine.  So I borrowed some other guy’s.”

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*See!  He’s well on his way to manhood!  He’s showing all the signs, poor kid*

So like last week, we’ve had another busy week here.  As you can tell from my lack of posts.  Yesterday, Shane and I had to attend the kids high school football game because we had to walk MC out onto the field at halftime as she was in the Homecoming Court.    She did not make queen but looked beautiful just the same.  It was also a beautiful night, about 65 degrees and not even a breeze.

MC who wore a sun dress.  She wanted to wear comfortable shoes and was trying to figure out which pair to wear, 5 minutes before we were to leave.  “Those are not dressy enough….”, “Those make you look Amish…..”, “Just wear the heels and let’s go!”, I told her.

As it turns out, all the other girls (with the exception of the cheerleader) wore dressy pants.  And MC’s heels created one of the biggest blisters on her foot that I’d ever seen.   I’m pretty sure it actually spoke to me….”I am here because of you!….You should have let her wear the Amish flats!  Put me in a wagon when you walk her down the field“   I felt bad but she took it surprisingly well.   The poor kid was just about hobbling as we walked down the 50 yard line.  A huge, proud smile plastered on her face as they announced our names.   But….. I’m sure I’ll hear about that blister this morning.

I came home and got the pictures from my camera.   Isn’t it funny that when you look at yourself in the mirror every day, you don’t see so much of a change in your face….and then…you look at a photo and realize how much you have aged?  Truth captured in a moment.   In the length of a camera flash.   Shane with his hair getting all salt and peppery…me with another dozen fine wrinkles.  And I cannot believe how old my kids are getting.  Just last week my oldest turned 20 and my youngest 16.  MC will be 18 in a month.   It just seems like these years went so fast.  Yet slow.  If that makes sense.

Well today will be the big dance.    After that I’m hoping everything relaxes a bit.