Having my 12 year old around

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Yesterday I took the day off! I was done. I needed a break from this ‘mom gig’ I have going. I would find a quiet corner, read my book, blog, have some tea, and make summer plans (that didn’t actually involve sitting in a plane). Unfortunately, it did not quite pan out as I had anticipated. But it sure did sound good in my head.  Even so, I did attempt it, and told my kids, ‘Mama is off today. Don’t call me. Don’t ask me any questions. I don’t exist today’.

They both laughed.

My son, who is morphing into a teenager soon, and I – get along very well. Wait, let me rephrase that. We did get along very well. Lately though, I don’t know what it is, but things are – let’s just say different. He talks when he feels like it, he is harder to sway when he has formed his opinion, his relationship with his sister falls into the ‘love/hate’ category and his whole room is a school-projects-due-tomorrow zone! 

Monday after school pickup in the car.

‘How was school’? (I’m eager to know how the day went. My son has been out of the house for 7 hours!)

Silence. He looks out of the window as I drive home. ‘Fine’. He grumbles incoherently.

Are we not talking today? I guess not. We drive home in silence. I try to initiate conversation again.

‘Guess what’s for lunch today’?

No guesses. Just a shrug of the shoulders.

That is my cue to keep quiet for the rest of the ride home, and just crank up the radio. #onesyllableresponses

Tuesday after school pick up in the car.

My son gets in, and I mumble a quiet ‘hello’. No questions about school today! I will just maneuver my way through the bustling Doha traffic and drive home. Quietly.

‘Mama! Guess what happened in D.T. today??! You’ll never guess. This guy in my class was using the ‘hegner’ machine that cuts the medium density fibreboard – remember I told you about it. Don’t confuse it with the electric fret saw – well he almost cut his finger off using it! But the teacher was there – before you start panicking! Everyone started screaming. So cool!!

I guess we are talking today, then? #longschoolstories

Wednesday during morning drop off

The sun is shining, the traffic for a change isn’t bad either, we are doing good for time. I revel in the fact that after drop off, I’ll hit the gym, grab a coffee with my girlfriends, and try out that new cookie recipe I came across last night. And then it hits- like the turbulence you feel while flying over the Atlantic. Mild at first, but you know there is more where that came from.

Mom, I have to hand in my Geography project this week -I’m not sure, could be due tomorrow. I need foam boards, scrap wood, a glue gun and some other supplies so I can make a contour model of the Andes mountain ranges!  Can you get me all the project supplies today?

Sure. I’ll look into my arsenal of craft supplies and have all that ready for you!! Whatever happened to planning this stuff out! #crazyschoolprojects

How 12 feels like at home

My son is 12. It feels surreal to say that. Almost a teenager! How did that happen? When did that happen? Am I prepared for this? Probably not, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try my best to nail this ‘mom gig’.

  •  My son’s password is now a gazillion letters long. Because god forbid his sister ever accessed it. She of course will claim she knows it and then it’s all downhill from there. The eye rolling, the name calling and throwing stuff across the hallway. The endearing term they use for each other now is ‘low-life loser’.#siblinglove
  • Urban dictionary. Yes that. It’s my survival guide to parenting a tween. In my day,  ‘cool’, ‘rad’ or ‘groovy’ referred to ‘great. Well guess how they say it now – ‘lit’! Who knew? My teen lingo has increased dramatically, ‘ship’ (actually means relationship), and now I repeatedly use ‘roasted’, ‘epic’, ‘totes’ fam’ and some others that I should probably not share on my blog just yet. #middleagemomknowslang
  • My son wears the same brown cargo pants and the same two t-shirts. Repeatedly.
  • Dirty clothes don’t go in the hamper. Because that would be too easy. What is he trying to achieve? If he’s aiming for the basket, he is clearly missing.
  • I think the jokes have become better- so I’ll give him that. We have finally walked away from the annoying knock-knock jokes and have moved onto ones that actually make me laugh and yet are still PG-13.
  • We toss a football around in the park. I love it. Something we can do together that doesn’t require much talking, yet we bond. It helps that I think I can throw pretty well! I think he does too. but he won’t admit it.

Though things are different, we still enjoy our moments. He is becoming his own independent person, yet I still get to tuck him in at night. That is when I hear about his school day and how the dynamics of his class is working. Also who he is getting along with this week. Granted I am drained and exhausted by 8pm, but that’s when he talks. So I listen.

 

Disclaimer: No feelings were harmed in the sharing of this post. My son read through it, before I was allowed to publish. I’ve used a hasthtag where ever I could, because, come on people, that’s how it’s done now! Get with the program! #coolestmomever #bestsonever

30 thoughts on “Having my 12 year old around

  1. Lol..my God boys r so different from girls…and I guess all boys r the same😆 I have a constant battle with my just turned teenager son over his clothes cuz he will just wear the 3 tshirt and 3 shorts out of so many I’ve bought (couldn’t resist the sales and deals🤗)…

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  2. Oh loved it! We have so much to relate to…from the one word responses in the car to wearing the same football kit everyday😬 Ah kills me.. and the never ending school stories…and who is in my friend list this week…”totally”!!

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  3. Loved reading this. It’s so true that they talk when they want to and are ready, being ampm nowadays is so different then generations before, each had their challenges…but I think this generation of moms has a lot more balls to juggle in the air! Thanks for a fun read!

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  4. Nadia ,absolutely loved reading it; funny cause each time I think this is the best from you ,but then you write another one and its even better !!! Gal you have got skills !!!

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  5. Oh this is wonderful! I have a 13 year old son so I could totally relate. Some days – all the chat – and some days nothing! Oh I love the nighttime though when they want to talk and you catch a glimpse of the little boy they used to be and the boy they are growing in to. We are very lucky to have sons – so special. Wonderful post and I have subscribed to your blog! x

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