I’m going to do my best to keep the melancholy in check with this post, but I won’t be able to avoid it. Consider yourselves warned. Our little guy turned thirteen today.
Thirteen.
I haven’t lived full time in a house with a teenager since I was a teenager.
Jacob is a great kid. Smart. Funny. Athletic. A wonderful big brother. And I have to admit there are unexpected benefits of having him grow up on me. For example, I’ve always been a big University of Kentucky basketball and football fan. But I’ve struggled with being able to enjoy watching UK with anybody (Laura’s not a big sports fan). Seems like everybody else I know is either a little too into the game, or not into it enough.
But now when it’s time for a big UK game, Jacob’s my guy.
I’m starting to realize that some of the wistfulness of having ones kids grow up is softened by the development of a new kind of relationship. I used to not really like the thought of having a teenager, but now that I have one, I have to say I really like it.
Because of the one I’ve got.
#1 by Nancy Stuart - May 13th, 2010 at 02:02
You described Jacob well. He has made all of us so proud having him in the family. We never really thought we would live long enough to enjoy great grandchildren and especially one to the age of thirteen. Jacob and Shelby have made our lives more enjoyable.Great kids!
Love
Mimi