Oh, hello! You still come here and visit even though I am a laaaaaaaaaame blogger? Some day I will work less than or equal to 40 hours a week and maybe I'll visit here more often myself. For now, here is what struck me as I was knitting the heel flaps on a pair of socks I've been working away on since my footlets, which I haven't blogged about either...
MY LITTLE BROTHER WILL BE 15 YEARS OLD ON THURSDAY.
I was similarly shocked last year at the realization he was 14 AND starting high school and well, not my baby brother anymore. It's still a shock to hear his DEEP voice on the telephone. It's all helping me prepare for his 18th birthday, I think. Not only will I feel ancient, but he will be exactly 1/2 my age. Let us not dwell on how old that will make me in 3 years, la, la, la, not listening.
We have a music-swap/introduction-thing going. I dig deep...sometimes so deep I did not know I owned the CD, sometimes delving into Andy's collection (hi, Andy!) to find music his teenage-self would like. And when he requests his noise--I mean music of choice? Yey Public Libraries and their vast music collections, is all I can say. He is far too into all kinds of icky...I mean, um, popular skater/heavy metal/whatever music. You know, that "noise" that kids listen to. Yes, I recognize that I have become my mother. SIGH...
When did that happen?
Happy Monday!
2 comments:
I'm my mother, too. My husband still listens to that hard/metal rock he listened to in high school. Yuck!
I think Beth and I might be married to the same man...
But your experience w/your little bro sound like mine. But he's only 10 years younger than me. But I still picture him as that 11 y.o. I left at home. And now he's freaking 18.
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