…that my boys aren’t as grown up as they’d like everyone to think. As a matter of fact, they’re a lesson in contradictions. Take Alden for instance. A few days ago at the breakfast table as he talked about cell phones, girls and possible careers he came across as very mature, very scary-like savvy for a boy of almost 11 years. Then he said, “Oh, mommy….” Uh-huh…you’re words betray you little boy.
Then there is Powell. The normally even-keeled one. All of the sudden we’re seeing surges of hormones in his temperament, evidence on his face and let’s just say I didn’t know his eyes could roll until very recently. There is a struggle going on inside; he wants to be independent and push us away yet in the quiet moments when he isn’t worried about what anyone is thinking his cuddling betrays him.
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