It happened. We now have a teenager in the house. Charlie is the first. He’s kind of the first for everything, much to the dismay of his younger siblings. Turning thirteen meant four boys over for a sleepover (minus the sleep), Alfred Hitchcock movies, candy and popcorn, and me waking up to a trashed TV room. These are all good church-going boys, mind you, so they cleaned up the mess they made and even thanked me for breakfast the next morning.
Turning thirteen also meant that Charlie got….wait for it…a cell phone. You heard me right. I think he might have been the last one standing, but somehow he survived this long without one. The great thing about this particular phone is that it came with a teenager attitude, and that part was free!
Honestly, anyone who knows Charlie, knows that he is great. Better than great. Fantastic. He is kind, compassionate, funny, respectful, amazing with little kids, talented and all around fun to be with. I’m beyond proud to be his mom.
|Man. How he’s changed.