November is a busy month for us as a family. Aside from the fact that I like to get organised for Christmas early and usually start planning around this time, we have both our boys birthdays this month. X turned 12 on Monday, which is a little scary, and a little exciting. It puts things into perspective, having one so close to teenage years. Not much has really changed for him, he's still pre-pubescent. I'm not going to lie, I'm kinda happy about that. We still haven't entered the stage of stinky boy smells, armpit hair, facial hair, ...other hair... zits (and we know he's going to get those, if we're basing it on genetic history), voice-breaking, girlfriends... oh, that can definitely wait a little longer! He's still not embarrassed to be seen with me and will happily call out/wave/run up to me if he sees me when surrounded by friends or fellow students. I wonder when that will change? I'm thoroughly enjoying the fact that I have completely converted him into a full-blown Harry Potter fan - he's reading the books (just started Prisoner of Azkaban) during school reading times and at breakfast, while I read to him (we're nearly finished - part way through Deathly Hallows) and we watch the corresponding movie after each book. He had a sleepover for his birthday last weekend, and they chose to watch the Philosopher's Stone movie. Winning! Even T is reading the first book on my kindle, and he's already halfway through! ::fist pump:: X is nearly as tall as me now, yet still comments on the fact that he's one of the shortest kids in school. Honestly, it's quite daunting going to pick him up on occasion and being surrounded by adult-sized pre-teens. When did they start getting so huge?!? Okay, so I'm only 5'1" (fine, 5' 1/2") but still... X has had a snarky, talk-back attitude for a very long time, so we're quite used to that already. Can it really get any worse? I guess we'll find out. But oh, he's growing so fast. This time next year we'll be preparing for his move into high school! Eek!
T's 10th birthday (T E N T H!!!) is just over a week away. He's still my little guy, much more the size of a six or seven year old, cuddly, affectionate and totally squishable. Quiet and reserved (most of the time) but with a very cunning mind and a wicked sense of humour. I can't even imagine what he'll be like as a teen, and I'm certainly in no hurry for him to get there at the moment. Sure, I look forward to the days when they're all grown up and moved out of home and I realise that sounds horribly selfish - I like my own quiet space, with the freedom to do what I want. I've never been one of those mums that devotes their entire existence to raising their children - I'm still my own person, with my own plans and goals - but that doesn't mean I love my boys any less. I couldn't imagine my life without them, and am so very pleased we 'broke the mold' and had them in our early twenties. We're still young enough to be comfortable with silliness and crazy antics if nothing else. Being a little ridiculous and joking around can be just what you need sometimes. Perhaps we missed out on some of the things people take for granted in their twenties and early thirties - socialising, going out for dinner, a weekend getaway just because we felt like it - but I've never been one for crowds and loud noise, and we can enjoy these things a little later in life. All going to plan, the boys will be moved out of home when we're in our mid-forties. Yes, we planned it well ;)
Our boys are getting to the age where they're starting to have some rather deep and philosophical discussions which certainly makes for interesting conversation at times, but they still have their favourite soft toys and blankets for bed. Yep, I think I like the age they are right now. They're not without their challenges (they never are) but I wouldn't change it for anything, and I'm looking forward (with some trepidation. I'll admit) to the next ten years. Puberty. Cars. Relationships.
Fun times ahead...