I find it exceptionally hard to believe two things:
- ten years have already gone by
- the 4’8″ 67lb creature that just tornadoed through the house in search of pants is the same entity who used to be this little angry meatloaf here:
Granted, we do actually have a photo record of him getting larger.
Also, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t swapped out anywhere along the line because at this point, he literally looks like my face on Paul’s body.
It is, however, slightly disturbing to think that I HAVE A TWEEN. This creature is literally a tween. He is ten. He is his own person, although that person seems to be a class clown.
Thankfully, these two awards (received yesterday, 6/18/18) balance each other out.
It’s a weird thing being a parent. The best description I ever read of it was that it feels like your heart is walking around outside your body. This is my son. This is the being who is the most important thing in the world to me, whom I would literally do anything I could to protect. And here he is becoming his own person who is able to walk around in the world without any oversight or protection from me. Worse, he’s becoming a totally different person all the time as he grows up and becomes whoever he truly is in there.
Still. I have a tween now, a boy who is halfway to being a man, a creature who will spend the second decade of his life building the foundation of the person he is meant to be. My job is to support him as he becomes that person, and then boot him out into the world, because he is a terrible roomate (underwear everywhere, eats all the cereal, leaves dishes out). It is strange to think that I have been doing that job without any formal training, because helping to create and then raise another human seems almost meta in its vast responsibility. And yet, we have been doing that job, and we have, so far, produced a fairly decent human being.
We have a tween. Ten years ago, when they handed me my son in a bundle at Cedars-Sinai, I could not have imagined getting to this point. I’m sure I’ll feel the same way when I look back at Mister Class Clown here from his junior year of college.