My boys are ages, almost 11 and close to 14. I have always marveled at how openly loving they are with me. On a school trip to Epcot and again to Universal my oldest son had no problem hanging with his mom and giving me hugs and telling me he loves me. I would brag to my friends how my children still enjoyed that affection and weren’t embarrassed by it.
Today that thought came to a screeching halt. I mean break slamming, tires squealing, heads turning, people screaming kinda halt. I totally missed the 50 foot semi veering off course towards my heart, didn’t see it in my side view mirrors because it was right in front of me coming at full force
My youngest son politely told me yesterday that I could stop calling him babe, honey, and handsome at the baseball field. I could even not come over and talk to him if I didn’t want to? Talk about a “subtle” hint. To expand the hole already growing in my heart when I was telling my husband about the conversation my oldest son over heard me and told me that I embarrass them by calling them silly names in front of their friends.
That darn semi came out of no where slicing my heart in two! I always new this day would come and was very surprised it took so long. I was slightly embarrassed that my oldest son never said anything to me before, and honestly I don’t think I even realized I was doing it. Despite my broken heart I commended my son for being brave enough to tell me that I was being THAT kind of mother.
It appears the tweens and teens are full force in the Shibley household. I hold my head proudly, thankful I got away with what I have for so long and smile. I smile because my boys are boys and despite their reluctance for anymore public affection I know without a doubt they thrive on it at home. (They have said it is ok if I call them the silly names, just not in front of their friends.)
Wish me luck as I enter this next phase of parenting! If you aren’t there yet remember to check your side view mirrors often and keep an eye out for semi’s!